Before long, delicious food was served.
Everyone was feeling a bit hungry, and they all ate quickly.
But when compared to Ye Li, their eating speed was no match for his.
Ye Li ate as if he was killing people; many couldn't even see his knife, and the person would already be dead, and many couldn't see him using his chopsticks, and he would already be finished eating.
"Look at that person, he eats so fast."
"Let me laugh for a while first; it's like he's come back from the dead, as hungry as a ghost."
"How many days has it been since he last ate?"
The young people in the restaurant couldn't help but comment.
At this moment, a young man walked slowly towards Ye Li.
He appeared to be around fifteen or sixteen years old, with a handsome appearance, and he furrowed his brows.
"I really don't like the way you're eating; leave this restaurant."
"Who are you?"
Yang Xiong looked disdainfully at the young man.