Bai Wenjing's heart skipped a beat when she heard this.
Oh no, could it be that she had gone too far with the meal today and this man had discovered her flaws?
Just as she was deep in thought, she heard the man say in a low voice, " no, you're not a deity. You're a demon, a torturous little demon.
It was just that these two sentences were filled with the taste of hormones.
Bai Wenjing pushed the man away and said, " look at my greasy hands. How am I a fairy or an immortal? I'm clearly your old hag.
He even sighed after he finished speaking.
In fact, she didn't like washing dishes at all. It was fine to cook, but washing the dishes really hurt her hands, so every time she finished washing the dishes, she would soak her hands in warm water again.
The hand was a woman's second face. After taking care of her face, she had to take care of her hand as well. Anyway, she had nothing else to do here.
"It's my demon. I'll wash the dishes, don't tire my wife."
