But recalling that this was a completely different world, Yuan Lang begrudgingly picked up the stack of stone bowls and the stone pot. He shot the smiling young female a dark look, then walked away.
Qingcao, standing to the side, held her jaw. "Yue, you actually made a Beastman wash the dishes!"
Wu Yue looked at her calmly. "What's wrong? Isn't that perfectly normal? The two of us made the food, so he washes the dishes. I think that's fair.
Besides, if he doesn't want to eat here anymore, he won't have to wash any more dishes."
It wasn't about what he thought; it was about what *she* thought!
The Beastman at the entrance, who had been about to drop the stone bowls and bolt, froze when he heard her words. He looked down at the dirty stone bowls in his hands, then thought about the delicious food the young female made.
After muttering a complaint, he decisively headed for the riverbank.
'How could something like washing dishes possibly stump the invincible Great General? As if!'
