Never eaten pork, but always seen pigs run.
But this thought was overturned tonight.
Wanfeng looked at the 4-star buffet in front of them that was supposed to be upscale but now seemed particularly down-to-earth, and for a moment, they didn't know whether to exclaim at Sister Wan's grand gesture or feel proud that they supported the right person.
The beige long tables covered with lace tablecloths were pieced together like those rearranged at street food stands.
Don't even mention just the fifty or sixty of them, even if hundreds more came, it would be no problem at all.
On the other side, chefs wearing white chef hats were grilling skewers.
Red beef, brown mushrooms.
Yellow corn, green bell peppers.
And eggplant covered with a thick layer of garlic.
Just a few meters away from the grill, behind the mixing counter, multicolored juices released a rich fruity aroma.
Next to them were floor-to-ceiling windows with views of Magic City's night scene.
