chapter 87 Bad taste

Blake Zhang finished reading, the whole place fell into silence. Everyone thought they heard wrong. After dozens of seconds of silence, there was an even louder noise. "Mr. Zhang, are you kidding me?" "How could it be those words?" "This is obviously something from the Yongzheng period!" “How could there be a microwave oven back then?” … Blake Zhang held the microphone. After being shocked, he wanted to laugh. He tried hard to hold it in,...