Eight? Fifteen!

Ding Ling and Ding Dong were surprised when they saw Tang Ling stuff the mantou into his mouth. Even Boss Huang sprayed the seaweed juice out in surprise. He simply wiped his mouth with his sleeve as the veins on his neck bulged out. Nonetheless, he put on a kind expression and said, "Let's eat, let's eat."

Is he that frightened to this extent? Tang Ling had a feeling that something was not right. He might be rude with his table manners, but he had not even started yet!

Was there something wrong with the dishes?

Frowning, he could not help but stop chewing. With that little pause, he had the time to savor the food in his mouth. A refreshing sweetness swirled in his mouth. The sweetness was just nice and had a tinge of mintiness. Other than that, a certain floral fragrance had been added to elevate the flavor. It was seaweed juice! 

He recognized it after he savored the taste. The juice was delicious!