Chen Ji took the food box from Xiao Man's hands and placed it on the stone table. Xiao Man, on the other hand, looked at the little monk with her nostrils up: "You're talking nonsense, when have I asked you to do so much work?"
As Xiao Man spoke, she tilted her head up hard, not daring to look at the little monk, fearing that a glance would reveal her thoughts.
The little monk looked at her nostrils and suddenly jumped in place, stretched his neck, and made eye contact with her mid-air, seeing through all her thoughts.
Xiao Man was panic-stricken: "Ah!"
She grabbed the little monk's arm with her left hand, clenched her right fist, pursed her lips, bit her jaw, and thumped the little monk's back loudly.
Chen Ji took out the bowls and dishes from the food box: "I really didn't expect the two of you together would look like this..."
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
