Qing Zizhu snorted coldly, swept his sleeve, and departed, leaving behind Chi Xi, whose eyes were filled with nothing but despair, and the messy remains of the meal scattered on the ground.
Gazing at the rigid Chi Xi, motionless as if petrified, Yue Jinghua squatted down, picked up the secret recipe snow pigeon, took a bite, and, despite her oily mouth, she began to eat and said: "Auntie, your cooking skills are as good as ever."
"No, Captain, that's dirty now, you can't eat it anymore," Chi Xi said frantically, attempting to snatch the snow pigeon from Yue Jinghua's hand.
