Hong Qingyuan's mouth was open and shut for a few moments, but he was speechless. The cold sweat on his head was like rain.

"Eat it! Didn't you say you ate noodles when you drew the snake out? What's wrong now?"

"Expert, you can be trustworthy!"

"Well, experts are experts. They have a good appetite. So many snakes are enough for you to eat for the New Year!"

The villagers laughed and made Hong Qingyuan angry and annoyed, hoping to find a crack to get in.

But what he said was himself. How could the water spilled out of the so-called words be recovered? If you really eat snakes, you...