"Got it, got it!" Wei Liang also "just happened" to stabilize the tray and used the bottom of it to block all the debris, ensuring that the shattered blue Pocket Chef's head didn't splatter any residue onto the table...
Out of breath, Wei Liang placed the tray in front of Lin Yi, and the fried dough sticks on it gently swayed.
The befuddled fried dough sticks hadn't reacted to the washing machine-like maneuver that had just occurred and were even more confusedly picked up by Lin Yi, who slowly brought them to his mouth...
Lin Yi glanced at the shadow in the alloy tray, where the headless, statue-like blue Pocket Chef awkwardly moved his hands, felt around where his head should be but touched nothing...
"Liangzi..." Lin Yi looked at Wei Liang with incredulity on his face.