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Chapter Thirty-Seven: Roast Chicken Girl(2/2)

"What are you doing? If it leaks when I rebuild the roof, I'll put you guys on the roof to stop it tonight."

You Chuiyun spat, and it landed right on the face of the big man on the human body couch.

"Oh, stupid, you have to use thatched beds there."

You Chuiyun stamped his foot on the back of the big man's hand. The pain made the latter roll his eyes and wish he could convulse.

"Brother Yun, Master Yun, I was wrong, I was wrong."

Ma De, this humiliation, I might as well die. I have grown up so big, how could it be so miserable?

The big man's appearance was even more miserable, with almost no intact parts of his body, but considering that he was thick-skinned and thick-bodied, he was still able to survive until now.

You Chuiyun ignored him, just looked around and yelled.

“I haven’t roasted my roast chicken yet!”

After a while, someone took down the hot roast chicken from the barbecue grill, wrapped it in tung oil paper, came over in a few steps, knelt down on one knee as if offering a treasure, and held the roast chicken high.

"Brother Yun, Brother Yun, come here, come here." After You Chuiyun took it, he stood beside it as if to please, waiting for orders at any time.

You Chuiyun pulled off one leg of the roast chicken and handed it to the little girl next to him who had been looking at it eagerly for a long time.

The little girl started to devour the meat without saying anything, as if she had never eaten such delicious meat in her ten lifetimes.

"Sister, aren't you going to be Bai Qicai's personal maid? Why are you still here? Where is your mother-in-law?"

You Chuiyun Pao spouted several questions.

But the little girl was already holding a chicken bone and looking eagerly at the remaining roast chicken in his hand.

"No, I don't know..."

You Chuiyun rolled his eyes, twisted off another chicken leg and ate it, and gave the rest of the roasted chicken to the little girl.

Also, she didn't know what a personal maid was, and she didn't know if Bai Qicai deliberately mischievous and forgot about this hot potato.

How unbecoming is it for me, a dignified man, to take a little girl with me? I will have to go to Lanyue Peak to complain to Bai Qicai another day.

You Chuiyun thought, still greedy after eating the chicken drumsticks, but when he turned his head, he was dumbfounded. The little girl was already holding a chicken stand and looking at him eagerly. Her mouth was full of oil and water, which made her look funny.

I wonder if she ate something good, but the little girl's yellow face seemed to be rosier.

"No, no, you are too good at eating, how old are you, kid?"

The little girl held out seven greasy fingers.
Chapter completed!
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