Xiao Jinsheng swaggered into the main seat, her gaze sweeping across the five men: "Go cook."
She turned her head to Su Ye: "Didn't you say you were hungry? Go cook then, are you waiting for me to do it?"
"I cook often, I'll go," Huaiqing, who usually spoke little, offered as he got up to head to the kitchen.
Xiao Jinsheng stopped him directly: "You don't need to handle kitchen affairs."
She had a preliminary understanding of the personalities of the five butchers.
So Xiao Jinsheng had her own plan.
In her plan, people were divided into two categories: persuadable and non-persuadable.
Clearly, Que Zelian and Huaiqing, who seemed gentle and had a good temperament, were the two persuadable ones.
"I call the shots in this house," Xiao Jinsheng said sternly, pointing at Su Ye: "You'll be responsible for three meals a day from now on."
"Alright," Su Ye confidently agreed.
Xiao Jinsheng looked at Mo Jiao.
Truth be told, Mo Jiao was the first to stab her in her nightmare.
