The fried chicken drumstick was only about 10 centimeters away from Ji Jun's face. The smell of oil wafted in front of his nose. Ji Jun recalled the taste he had just tasted. It was not delicious and even felt a little greasy.
Seeing that he did not take it, Yu Han suddenly remembered. "Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot that you've been controlling your diet recently."
Yu Han was about to retract her hand when Ji Jun grabbed her hand. He then lowered his head and took a bite of the fried chicken drumstick.
Yu Han was stunned. "You… This…"
Ji Jun gave an honest reason. "I didn't wash my hands."
Yu Han was speechless. "So you've been struggling with this problem for so long just now?"
"Is there a problem?" Ji Jun asked her back and asked her to raise her hand. He was about to take a bite.
Yu Han reminded him tactfully, "Don't they say that large bacteria eat small bacteria? I think it's fine if you don't wash your hands once or twice."
