The little bird's attention was on those wine glasses, and it had no idea that the meat skewers, grilled to a golden color and sprinkled with spices, were of its own kind.

"Let's change it to another one!"

Chen Fei looked at these strings of little chirps that were still alive and kicking, no, pure light birds, and suddenly felt nauseous.

Are these people crazy?

How dare they hunt the harmless sparrows, which are harmless to humans and animals, and even make them into kebabs and other foods.

"Feel sorry!"

The waiter, sensing that something was wrong in the atmosphere, quickly withdrew the grilled bird skewers and replaced it with a vegetarian dish of fried vegetables.

"It's so inappropriate!"

As a lover of birds and birds, Chen Fei simply couldn't imagine that little chirps were hunted, made into small meat skewers, grilled over charcoal fire, smeared with oil, sprinkled with spices, and finally eaten in one bite.

"This... grilled bird skewers were originally the most common traditional delicacy. One day every year is called the Bird Hunting Festival. Many people kill various birds and make them into grilled skewers."

The waiter began to wonder which corner Chen Fei emerged from, and he didn't even know the traditional food of grilled bird skewers.

On this day of "Finch Hunting Festival", the most hunted bird is probably the Pure Bird.

"There will be a price to pay!"

Chen Fei shook his head.
Chapter completed!