The bad sll quickly spread upstairs to the private rooms.
The remaining socialites covered their noses: "Ugh, what is that sll..."
Gu Shiyin’s face changed, thinking to herself that sothing was wrong, Gourt Jade Chopsticks must have backfired, Fang Yui that useless wastrel!
She just wanted to smooth things over with a few words.
But the few remaining socialites beside her all suddenly stood up and pointed at the snails on the table: "Oh my god, it’s stinky... these snails are rotten and they’re still serving them to us, are they trying to poison us! Ladies, this isn’t collagen, it’s botulinum toxin!"
The plates of snails, originally baked golden and fragrant with cheese, were now oozing a yellow-green pus and mucus, as if stored in a non-compliant refrigerator for eight hundred years...
The situation was beyond salvage, no matter how Gu Shiyin tried to redy it.
The few remaining socialites more or less fled as if for their lives.
Passing through the hall, the increasing stench intensified their screams: "Oh my god, help, the poison gas is going to kill ...!"
They staggered out, only to be overtaken by a hefty figure running even faster, pushing them aside, crashing into the crowd desperately trying to get to the door:
"My chopsticks, my chopsticks, you can’t run away! You haven’t yet made famous all over the world, haven’t made radiantly beautiful, haven’t made Lord Yu fall head over heels for ... Stand still!"
The socialites shuddered.
Wasn’t that Chef Fang?
Was Chef Fang cooking to seduce Lord Yu?
Goodness, just look at that piggish appearance, doesn’t she look in the mirror?
"What’s she chasing?"
"Looks like a pair of chopsticks?"
"Is she crazy? Can chopsticks grow legs and run away? How did I even believe her food was good? I must have been blinded by lard..."
"Well, wasn’t it because Shiyin recomnded her?"
The socialites held their noses, supporting each other as they walked out, not forgetting to glance back at the private room where Gu Shiyin was.
They truly suffered today just to give Gu Shiyin face!
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The stench continued to spread.
The people queued at the door of Shihuijian Restaurant could faintly sll it too.
But thinking that they’d soon get to enjoy the 108-dish feast and the All Lotus Banquet, they were really reluctant to leave.
Bai He stood on tiptoe looking at the commotion outside and listened to the screams, puzzled: "What’s going on at Famo Mansion, causing such a ruckus?"
Xing Yue, holding the phone loaded with news from Yu Han, read to everyone: "Chef Fang of Famo Mansion used rotten ingredients in cooking and was arrested by the Health Departnt for investigation; during the arrest, she kept crazily mumbling about her chopsticks... Is Fang Yui out of her mind, still obsessing over so chopsticks, it’s hilarious."
Bai He suddenly realized: "No wonder I could sll a hint of bad odor, goodness, it’s bad enough she ruined the food, but the sll drifting here is so annoying... Ancestor Master, what should we do?"
Zuzi smiled lazily: "Xiao He, boil so lotus leaf water and sprinkle it around."
Bai He smacked her forehead: "Of course, we bought lots of lotus leaves today!"
Soon, the refreshing scent of lotus leaf water wafted out from Shihuijian Restaurant, finally making the custors in line feel rejuvenated.
The lotus leaf water seed to possess a magical power, effectively blocking the stench from the neighboring restaurant, as if an invisible, distinctly separated border had been drawn between the two establishnts.
One step over was a stinking hell, while a step back was a fragrant paradise.
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