C171 Encountered Acquaintances

"Dammit!" "Director Ye, how could I dare to pick up the chopsticks that you don't want to use?"

Seeing Ye Mo signal for them to start cooking, Han Mao didn't hold back anymore. He picked up a piece of East Slope meat that he had been thinking about for a long time and stuffed it into his mouth to chew.

The sweet meat juice exploded in his mouth