"Sorry, sorry, we brothers can't drink." The old Taoist priest decisively put the wine jar silently at his feet.

The three relatives and friends of the deceased immediately became dissatisfied: "Really, why don't you sit at the children's table if you can't drink?"

The three people cursed and walked away in dissatisfaction, and forced their way to another adult table to continue eating. They also drove several children who were eating with their elders to sit at the same table with Jin An and the others.

Those little boys were less than the height of the table. They squatted on the table and stared at Jin An and the others. They were a little afraid of strangers and did not dare to open the table first.

After the cold dishes were almost served, the hot dishes started to be served, and plates of steaming sea bowls were delivered to the tables one after another on wooden trays.

The old Taoist priest suddenly sniffed hard, then picked up the chopsticks with excitement: "What a delicious snake soup smell! Finally a normal hot dish!"

When the celadon sea bowl was put down, the old Taoist priest was dumbfounded. This hot dish was indeed snake soup, but the flower snake was neither slaughtered or bled, nor skinned and deboned. It was boiled whole in the soup until the skin and flesh burst.

, he died with his eyes open, his head was not even chopped off, and his appearance was horrible.

The whole snake soup is dark.

The hot dishes that followed were even more shocking to the eyes. Dead rats and cockroaches appeared. The old Taoist priest who had not vomited when faced with a table of cold dishes also began to retching at this time.

Jin An admired very few people in his life. Mr. Liang, who was sitting at a table with the relatives and friends of the deceased, pretending to blend in with Phoenix Town, talking and laughing as usual, was one of them!

"Uncle, can we eat?"

Jin An pretended not to hear.
Chapter completed!