Xie Xize didn't say anything else. Whatever he was told to do, he would do it silently. Moreover…Well done.
The carrots were cut into squares, and each piece was small, as if they had been cut with a ruler. Moreover, after they were cut, they were placed on the plate and piled neatly.
Mo Yangyang took a look, held back, and turned around to snicker.
A patient with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder.
The Spicy Strips were exactly the same as his.
Mo Yangyang couldn't help but sigh. Life and blood relations were too magical.
After a while, Mo Yangyang couldn't help but ask, "Fifth Uncle, are you also studying genetics?“
"Yes.“
"Then…For example, obsessive-compulsive disorder. Why was this also hereditary? Did this belong to the group of genes?“
Xie Xize, who was picking leeks, stopped and looked up at Mo Yangyang.
