"What?" When the Decepticons heard the purple voice, their faces turned green directly. They stared at Chen Jiu and wished they could unload eight pieces. Where did they come from, and where could they not scratch so much with money?

"Brother, eat that thousand-layer meat gluten, hungry and inexpensive, very good!" Yan Zi spoke, and once again expressed solemnly.

"This... That's not good!" The Decepticon, of course, was embarrassed to say the value of a thousand layers of meat gluten, but euphemistically advised, "It's rare to invite you to have a meal, how can you just eat a bowl of noodles?" No, absolutely no!"

"Sir, we are not outsiders. Why...