Jin Jing: "Why is it so lively here? I have to join this bet. I bet on Mr. Jiu to win—one plate of kidneys."
Yan Lv: "Then I'll bet one plate of spicy vermicelli."
Song Li: "Teppanyaki beef."
Meng Yan: "Teppanyaki squid."
Hearing this, Qin Miaomiao was practically drooling. Compared to money or whatever, food was way more enticing.
"Who are you guys betting on to win?"
"Of course, Mr. Jiu."
"Yeah, yeah, it's obvious Brother Lu is going to lose."
Qin Miaomiao looked at the unanimous agreement of the group and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise:
"What happened to being good brothers? You're all betraying him in perfect unison?"
"Actually, we just want to taste his cooking, that's all. So, Mr. Jiu, make sure to crush Brother Lu hard."
Mr. Jiu's lips curved upward. Lu Qing's friends were definitely amusing.
Lu Qing didn't look surprised at all; he just smiled and said:
