Hearing this question, Cheng Yuge's darkened face drooped even more. "You're asking me to take the blame for your own business. It's really your style!"
However, he still refused to enter the kitchen. He rolled up his sleeves and checked the stove. It was only after looking at him that did he realize that he was so slender. His arm was not much thicker than mine. As such, he followed up and pinched his wrist. He frowned and said, "You look as thin as a chicken. Other people would think that I have abused you. Is the food in Yipinxuan not good?"
"The food is good for Brother Zhang Luo!" Ruoxi, who was standing at the door, said first, "That is, Brother Cheng's stomach hurts when he eats more, and then he has controlled his appetite."
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