Chu Ge let out a soft laugh. "You really think what I care about is that gold medal?"
Wen Zaozao lifted her eyes to look at him and gave a cold snort. "Isn't it? You talk about it all day long like you're afraid someone will snatch it from you. Isn't it just a lousy gold medal? What's so great about it!"
She clicked her tongue in disdain. That gold medal had come through time along with Chu Ge. Although Chu Ge was from three thousand years ago, the gold medal wasn't.
Even now, at most you could only sell it for its gold and get a bit extra. It wasn't worth much money, yet Chu Ge still treated it like a treasure.
Chu Ge didn't want to haggle with Wen Zaozao. He untied his apron himself, tossed it onto Wen Zaozao, and said, "Hurry up and cook. I'm starving to death."
Wen Zaozao was choked by Chu Ge's words. She let out a dry "heh." "I still have things I want to ask you."
She put the apron aside and chased after him. "I have a few questions I want to ask you."
