When Wen Qiao was cooking, Shi Koufan circled around her, his mouth never stopping. According to incomplete statistics, every time Wen Qiao turned her head to grab something, she could see Shi Koufan nibbling on something.
Sometimes it was a cucumber, other times a tomato.
"You leave two for me, I'll smash some cucumber later."
Shi Koufan, munching on a cucumber, spoke somewhat unclearly and pointed at the red plastic bag on the table, "It's there, inside."
Wen Qiao couldn't help but laugh at him, "No wonder your fans nicknamed you Ten Mouthfuls, you eat a lot."
With a crisp "crunch," Shi Koufan bit off a piece of cucumber, and after hearing what Wen Qiao said, he didn't know whether to spit it out or swallow it.
He looked at Wen Qiao solemnly, took the dish she had just served from her hands, and walked towards the dining table.
"Wen Qiao's internet speed isn't too bad, to know all of this."
"Shi Koufan = Ten Mouthfuls, spot on."
