Ye Shikai didn't like Western food. Compared to knives and forks, he preferred using chopsticks. A metal dinner knife could become a "small weapon," but for a cultivator, chopsticks could also become weapons. However, Ye Shikai was now just an ordinary person.
Wanting to kill with this dinner knife was, of course, impossible. Let alone a dinner knife, even wielding a chainsaw, with Ye Shikai's body, couldn't harm any cultivator. What Ye Shikai needed was that dinner fork. After hastily finishing the lavish meal, he secretly hid the fork in his sleeve and pretended to casually wipe his mouth.
"Alright, you can take the things away." Ye Shikai pressed the doorbell. Several attendants quickly came in, placed the plates on the cart, and pushed it out of the room.
"Oh right, this isn't tasty. I want Chinese food. Go and make an old duck soup and boil it for a while, remember." Ye Shikai coughed lightly, sounding somewhat dissatisfied.
