Mu Yazhe frowned. "Shut up. You do it if you can."
"Fine. The ones I grill will definitely taste better than yours!" Youyou looked at him with ill-disguised contempt.
From the side, Yichen chimed in, "It's not a question of whether the food daddy grilled tastes good or not but whether it is edible or not, instead."
"Yes." Youyou mused. "After eating, we'll suffer from food poisoning for sure."
"May not even get a chance to be rescued."
"Mhm."
It was obvious that the younger one agreed to his older brother's assessment.
The two guys sang the same tune and continued to show contempt to the man.
The man tightened his grip on the tongs. With veins popping out from the back of his hands, his face darkened further!
"You know what? Daddy's cooking isn't edible at all," the older of the twins exposed.
"With his poor culinary skills, he dares to still cook?"
