Si Chen put down his beer, grabbed the kitchen knife from Song Qinghuan's hand, pushed her aside, and then taunted her contemptuously, "Are you even a woman? You can't even chop vegetables, how can you even cook? You dare to feed my brother this kind of thing - are you trying to poison him?"
Such a sharp tongue!
Song Qinghuan stared at him in astonishment, grinding her teeth in frustration. She was merely poorer with the knife, was there a need to paint her entirely worthless?
Letting out a heavy sigh, Song Qinghuan was about to lecture Si Chen when his phone rang.
Without raising his head, Si Chen immediately ordered, "My phone is on the coffee table, go over and get it for me."
Song Qinghuan glared at him, just about to retort that he should get it himself when she noticed his hands still busy chopping.
Chop after chop...
For all his taunting, the kid sure could chop vegetables well.
