Qian Qi shamelessly devoured the entire stir-fried beast intestines, leaving Xu Jinghong no choice but to grit his teeth and make another batch.
However, whenever he got focused, a small annoying hand would reach over, disrupting his cooking rhythm, "Xiao Hong, this dough, you didn't knead it evenly, it's really affecting the aesthetics."
"Xiao Hong, do you really have to remove the seeds from the peppers? We can't waste food, you can't discriminate against them just because the seeds aren't tasty and get stuck in your teeth, we should be people who respect food equally!"
"Xiao Hong, slow down while cutting, intestines are still intestines, have you considered their feelings when you chop so fast?"
Xu Jinghong: ???
Why should I consider the intestines' feelings?!
