"You came out... why didn't you make a sound? Look, the meat fell on the floor." She saw this and was a bit embarrassed, as well as a tad regretful, blaming him for it.
Ji Chengzhi heard this and was displeased: "Are you a pig? I'm not a ghost. In this house, who else could it be besides me?"
Alright, he was calling her a pig again, apparently addicted to it.
Han Duo stopped talking to him. She took off the disposable gloves, picked up the chicken that fell on the floor, and threw it in the trash can, then prepared to take it out.
However, when she came back after washing her hands, she found this man standing in front of the stove, eating that plate of chicken with his hands.
The snow-white chicken was being torn into strips, and after being dipped in the sauce she had prepared, it quickly went into his mouth, and the speed was remarkable.
What was he doing? There were guests at home today!
