"You call this curry over rice?"
Fatty's breath hitched. He saw the male host on the television screen falter as well and could only imagine the expression on the man's face.
Presumably, all the viewers watching TV are feeling the same way, Fatty thought. Their expressions probably aren't much different from someone who just ate shit.
The cameraman was clearly startled by Gu Mian's rebellious words.
The twisted smile on his face gradually faded, the smile vanishing, until only the contortion remained.
"What's with that expression?" Gu Mian said nonchalantly, tucking his phone into his pocket. "If it's not curry over rice, what is it then? Ashes mixed with rice?"
The cameraman's expression twisted further.
Gu Mian paused, then turned to the camera with a warm, enthusiastic smile. "Just kidding. Obviously, I can tell it's shit; there's even a person mixed in it."
