Chapitre 1187: Cuisine Comparable to Poison

Xie Jiuhan picked up his chopsticks and stuffed a piece into his mouth. He wanted to test the taste of Di Tianxing's dish. If it was difficult to swallow, he could take the opportunity to insult the other party.

Di Tianxing went to Xie Jiuhan's side and said, "How is it? How does it taste?"

Xie Jiuhan was surprised. The taste of this dish was actually not bad. Although the taste was not good, the taste was not bad. Hence, he nodded. "Yes, it's alright."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach, as if a nail had pierced his stomach. The pain instantly made his face turn pale.

Xie Jiuhan said angrily, "Old man, you f*cking poisoned me?!"

Di Tianxing denied, "Poison? I didn't poison you. If you don't believe me, you can ask the people in the kitchen. There were six five-star chefs watching me cook personally just now."