Zhou Qing replied immediately to the message: "Ah, Brother Chun finally finished, that's great, right away!"
Chun broke a sweat: "Not necessarily busy, maybe just holding up?"
Zhou Qing laughed: "Holding up is also a form of being busy! Now that you're not holding up, do you want to add dishes?"
Chun panicked: "No! I'm in just the right state now..."
As long as I don't eat, she assumes I'm holding back a big move... Fine, the fact that seven people left the dance hall is undoubtedly related to me? No matter how secretly I do things, I'm always recognized, it's kind of frustrating...
Soon, the little brother knocked on the door: "Brother Chun!"
"On my way!"
The little brother handed over a large tray: "Brother Chun, this is Taiwanese street roast chicken, the oil from roasting is caught by the basin, particularly fragrant, two ways to eat one chicken. This chicken was caught by my aunt from the countryside, raised naturally without feed..."
