Qin Huai: ?
"Can I... chop?"
In Qin Huai's mind, all the pig feed he had chopped up these days flashed by.
Can those things even be called chopping?
Can uneven radish slices be called chopping?
Can those buckets of stuff that get dumped in without a look be called chopping?
Is the requirement for chopping meat so low?
"Of course you can, if you couldn't chop, then what have you been chopping all these days?" Cao Guixiang noticed that Zhang Zhiyun had quietly eaten almost a whole plate of YunjiYun chicken while Qin Huai was in a daze. She then pushed the stir-fried celery beef toward them and took a chopstick of spinach to Zhang Zhiyun.
"Yunyun, don't just eat meat, have some vegetables."
Zhang Zhiyun: QAQ
Qin Huai glanced at the plate, silently and quickly took the last piece of YunjiYun chicken into his bowl.
"Eat first, after you finish I'll talk to you." Following the principle that nothing is more important than eating, Cao Guixiang let Qin Huai eat first.
