"I am not suitable; I only know how to hit where it hurts. For instance, you are the unfilial disciple, stealing my chicken leg. Don't call me master anymore. You've hardly ever given me anything, but you're quick to snatch my food." Su Xiaocai swatted away Wu Qingqing's sneaky fork.
The environment on Huangyang Star is harsh, and the food supply is scarce. If you can't fill up, you can only eat nutrition pills.
Each person is allotted one chicken leg, no more, even if you're willing to pay.
Wu Qingqing was disappointed, "You have Xiao Wanzi's vacuum-packed braised beef. What's wrong with giving me a bit of your chicken leg?"
"Nothing wrong." Su Xiaocai picked up the chicken leg and took a big bite of meat.
Wu Qingqing turned her head to look at the chicken leg on Feng Wansha's plate, "Instructor, we just killed an Insect Man together; how do we calculate the score?"
