"I won't let you bully Brother Zechen!" Yi Mo crawled out from behind Gu Zechen and threw the chicken leg at the man.

The greasy chicken drumstick slapped against the man's chest, leaving a greasy stain before falling to the ground.

Gu Zechen immediately pulled Yimola behind him and picked up the bottle of alcohol from the table, pouring it into his mouth.

It really was a gulp. After just a few sips, I was choked and started coughing embarrassingly. My voice couldn't come out properly, only producing intermittent raspy sounds. Only during the most intense moments would a faint roar escape, sounding like it had been scraped by gravel, rough and sinister.

The oil stain on his chest made the man grit his teeth. "You little bastard, you..." Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Gu Zechen, who had already grabbed the wine bottle and started pouring it, instantly redirecting his attention.

Coughing and clearing his throat, Gu Zechen still managed to finish drinking a bottle of beer. Swallowing the last sip of alcohol, he placed the bottle on the table and then lifted his head, staring straight at the man.

"Good kid, you...have guts!" With that, the man turned around and attempted to leave. Gu Zechen took a few steps forward and blocked his path.

"Kid, step aside, t-today... I'm in a... good mood, not going to... argue with you, get lost!" The man forcefully pulled Gu Zechen, causing him to stumble. He managed to steady himself by grabbing onto the nearby table and avoided falling down.

Watching the man walk away again, Gu Zechen gritted his teeth and went forward to intercept him, then gestured eating with his hands.

"Let go, don't let me…" Before finishing his words, he was interrupted and made fun of by Gu Zechen who playfully tugged at his clothes and said, "Hey, turns out you're a mute… mute!"

Gu Zechen did not let go, tightly gripping onto the man's sleeve. He clearly said that if he drank that bottle of wine, the man would treat him to a meal. Now that he had drank it, why wasn't the man treating him to a meal?

There was a burst of laughter around, but someone still stood up and said, "Liu San, words should be kept. Since this little brother drank your alcohol, shouldn't you fulfill your promise and treat us to a meal?"

"Yeah, Liu San, bullying children isn't much of a skill!"

"Little brother, let me tell you, if Liu San doesn't treat you to this meal, you should stick with him every day and annoy him to death!"

"Hahaha..."

"You all... don't underestimate me, who... who said I... didn't invite you!" Liu San staggered, looking at Gu Zechen: "Tell me, what do you want to eat... today... I'll treat... it's settled."

Liu San burped as he called out to the boss: "Wang, Wang... Boss, bring, bring two dishes for these two... two brothers! Whatever is delicious, serve... serve it. I'm treating!"

"Alright then." Boss Wang glanced at Gu Zechen and Yi Mo, and laughed heartily, "Two young brothers, what would you like to eat?"

Yi Mo tightly held onto Gu Zechen's arm, watching as Gu Zechen gestured at him. He raised his neck and shouted loudly, "I... I want to eat meat!"

He hasn't eaten meat for a very long time, such a shame that he just threw away the fragrant chicken leg.

"Alright!" Boss Wang waved his hand, swiftly swiping a few times on the menu in his hand, and then threw it to a waiter in the distance. He said, "Go and do it. Make sure the portions are generous. Do you understand?"

Got it, boss!

Gu Zechen and Yi Mo stood aside, watching as plate after plate of steaming dishes were placed on the table in front of them, their mouths watering with hunger.

Until the table was filled with exquisitely prepared dishes, Gu Zechen pulled Yi Mo over to Liu San and bowed deeply before finally starting to eat heartily.