"Cough... ugh, what the heck is this? Who made it?"
Waylon frowned and his gaze shot directly at Wyatt.
"Who the heck made this disaster? It's horrendously inedible. The chef must have abandoned his cooking skills today. If you feed this to pigs, even pigs won't eat it, bro, I suggest you fire this useless chef instantly. This chef is simply not suitable for cooking, and look at this radish stewed pork rib, why is the radish cut so big? And this tomato and egg stir-fry, there are no eggs, just a big piece of eggshell, what's going on?"
"Cough cough…"
Wyatt was getting into it, completely oblivious to Hope's continuous eye signals to him, nor noticing Waylon's odd behavior, only feeling a chill.
"Bro, did you turn on the air-conditioner to a cold setting?"
Hope sat across from him silently covering her face.
When Wyatt looked up, he was met with Waylon's scary and penetrating expression.