And ten heads of garlic, one roast chicken, have already been fully consumed.
Bao Dachang looked at the pile of garlic skins on the ground, still unable to snap out of it.
He felt like he was watching a movie.
Could it be that Su Yue is a garlic-eating expert? The terrifying kind?
Was the five pounds of noodles meant for eating with garlic?
Is garlic the main course?
This way of consuming garlic like snacking on peanuts really shocked Bao Dachang.
In fact, Bao Dachang also loves nibbling on a couple of raw garlic cloves occasionally.
But he was clearly just a novice.
If he were to compete with Su Yue in eating garlic, he would have no chance of winning.
At this moment, the canteen staff came to find Bao Dachang for a signature.
The canteen ledger.
Although Su Yue and his group didn't need to pay, they still needed to keep accounts, and Bao Dachang was the accountant for Su Yue's group.
"How much?"
Bao Dachang asked instinctively.
