First Lady

Ming Ye glanced at Chu Qiao, beckoning him to give a perfect explanation...

Chu Qiao cleared his throat, and said in a melodious tone: "Madam Lan can't help it, the roast duck feet here are different from the ones you eat elsewhere.

Our chef put the live duck on a slightly heated iron plate and warmed the iron plate coated with seasoning.

Because the live ducks are hot, they will walk around on the iron plate, and then they will start to dance, as if they are dancing. It is very beautiful, and you can enjoy it while waiting for the food.

Finally, the duck feet are cooked, but the duck is still alive. Cut off the legs and serve them on a plate. It is a real delicacy in the world, [

If Madam likes it, we can prepare this dish now, this master is also very good at roasting duck feet..."

Chu Qiao finished speaking the last word without changing his face, only to hear a wow.

Fang Li had already covered her mouth, lying on the side and kept spitting out filth, with a heartbroken look, as if she wanted to spit out all the bile.

Chu Qiao couldn't help shaking her head, tsk tsk... I'm really not shocked, the young master has prepared a lot of delicacies, and she just couldn't hold on to the second one.

In the rest area, an unpleasant smell spread rapidly, Ming Ye frowned in disgust

For a long time, Fang Li's vomiting could only be heard in the huge Huayang Chushang.

Ming Ye sat expressionless on the sofa, while Chu Qiao stood on Ming Ye's side with a normal expression, with a faint smile on his lips.

And the senior chef from Japan has already left the stage at some point. The young master knows that this has been done. After a person's psychological defense line is broken, there is no need to use other tricks.

In Chu Qiao's heart, there is actually a kind of perverted excitement now. The satisfaction of being able to scare a normal person into this appearance is really much stronger than killing a few people with a gun.

No wonder the young master always enjoys playing this perverted game.

When Fang Li finally vomited until she couldn't vomit anything, she was so weak that she didn't even have the strength to move her fingers, and she was tortured physically and mentally by the great fear.

Fang Li leaned weakly on the sofa, her face was as pale as a dead person.

"Young Master Ye, don't... torture me anymore, if you want to ask... just ask..."

No matter what she was asked, she would tell it without any concealment. Fang Li was really scared, scared...