Joshua hadn't even finished speaking when Luther covered his mouth. He couldn't help struggling, and his already-wet eyes grew even wetter.
Luther hadn't even washed his hands yet!
"Brat, who are you calling a hen?" Luther's gloomy voice sounded at that moment.
Joshua pouted. He really wanted to bite Luther's hand, but considering that Luther hadn't washed his hands and he didn't want to taste chicken feed, he could only glare at Luther in silence.
[Hahaha, if Joshua suddenly appears at the edge of your bed at night, don't ask why, Luther]
[I bet once the cameras are off, they'll have a lot to talk about]
[Hahaha, you're all acting so righteous. Can you stop making me laugh already!!!]
In any case, Joshua finally got his wish and picked up some eggs.
Leonard cheered from the side, "Joshua, look! This egg is still warm!"
Hearing that, Joshua glanced at him and nodded. "That means it was just laid."
