The Phonograph finally made a sound. Li Banfeng let out a sigh of relief. "Wife, I thought you were badly injured and couldn't speak."
"Badly injured? What are you talking about, Husband? A good woman should be able to handle both the hall and the kitchen. Dealing with a small dish, and you're talking about being injured?"
As she spoke, the Phonograph's voice became a bit off-key, like going over a hill, its pitch fluctuating, making Li Banfeng tense again.
"Husband, today's 'ingredient' was special. Your Little Servant is truly full this time. Hand this corpse over to Red Lotus. She can refine some good things from it for you. Even if you can't eat them, Husband, you can sell them for a good price. You know my temperament, Husband. When my stomach is full, I just want to sleep a bit more. Go ahead with your affairs; there's no need to worry about me."
The Phonograph's voice kept changing pitch. Li Banfeng looked at the scattered parts on the ground, his brow furrowing once more.
