Seeing the towering figure and the little one, Chi Zaozao also felt overwhelmed.
She also miraculously found that the two of them looked extremely alike. Were they father and son?
Probably, right?
"Wowww~" Little Monkey was too short to grab any food and started crying with his little lips pouted.
He clung to Chi Zaozao, acting coy, "Look at him, I want to eat, I want to eat, beautiful lady, kick him out, don't let him eat your cooking, we're not selling to him anymore."
Chi Zaozao swallowed hard and decisively went over, snatched the plate from Ye Que's hand, only to find that the dish inside had already been wiped clean.
Ye Que looked at her and suddenly said, "The taste is not bad. I still have seventy, go and fry another plate for me."
Chi Zaozao, "..."
She had the urge to smack the plate on his face. Was he a pig? Eating that fast?