Du Xixi held the salt box, as if she didn't see everyone's deep resistance to the task of "washing large intestines." She just smiled and said, "When you're rubbing and washing later, make sure to use enough force, let the salt grains have a close encounter with the intestines!"
Ke Xing: Can I go back and drink some tea?
Ke Lian: Honey, I was wrong...
Mo Ying: Didn't I come to see my future nephews? Why are we washing intestines here?
Ye Wenting: Didn't I accompany my future wife to see our future nephews? Why are we washing intestines here?
Du Xixi: Wash with force! Keep going!
When Ke Lian and the others followed Du Xixi out of the kitchen, they were all exhausted. The physical torment was secondary; the mental anguish was truly indelible.
Mo Ying leaned on the sofa without any image to maintain, allowing a dazed Ye Wenting beside her to massage her hands. She squeezed out a smile and said to Du Xixi, "Xixi, I'm sure I won't be fazed by any disgusting food anymore."
