"I have it!"
Yi Chichi, who had made some money and grain tickets, cheerfully went back to the room to get a smoked chicken and slapped it into Wu Yongfei's hand, like a newly rich person overnight, speaking with an irritating expression.
"Xiao Wuzi, show some respect for your chef's dignity and make sure this chicken meets its worthy end!"
Wu Yongfei, holding the smoked chicken, which seemingly couldn't rest in peace, was too lazy to care about her and asked Bai Chen and the others, "What do you guys think?"
"Listen to her, but..."
But what?
Yi Chichi's ears perked up, and then she made eye contact with Bai Chen.
"What?"
"This time, we provide the oil!"
An earnest expression, a resolute tone.
Yi Chichi, "...Alright."
So, Yi Chichi got to enjoy her long-anticipated little (smoked) chicken stewed with mushrooms.
