Chapter 57: What Does Your Father Do?

The majestic big white goose spread its wings, shielding the little chick Ann behind it, assuming a protective stance like a mother hen.

With a honk, it spoke, "Ga! Why have you, a ghost, been constantly haunting Ann? Are you planning to harm the little one?"

"You, a wicked spirit, have been pestering Ann, and I haven't even confronted you yet! How dare you slander me?"

The old man gritted his teeth and snorted, "If I were still alive, I would definitely stew you and have you for dinner!"

The enraged big white goose retorted, "Ga! A ghost who refuses to be reincarnated, do you really think I would be eaten by you?"

"And why wouldn't I?"

The old man glanced at the plump and beautiful big white goose before him, unable to resist the temptation as he licked his lips.

"Braised goose in an iron pot, roasted goose, Cantonese-style roasted goose, nourishing goose soup..."

If only he were still alive, life would be so good!

He could enjoy all kinds of delicacies!