Mo Chu rubbed her forehead helplessly. Why was she only thinking about Roudy's brute strength and not this? If this little fellow were to go all out, it would break not just this iron bowl but the entire kitchen's control table, right?
"Forget it." Mo Chu pondered for a moment and prepared to go forward and remove the gauze on Roundy's palm. It was better for her to think of another way!
"Ao awooo--" What are you trying to do?
Roundy was not happy. It immediately hid its two palms behind his back. It had just become somewhat interested in the game of smashing soybeans. How could it let Mo Chu stop the game?
Mo Chu could not stop it, and in the end, she had no choice but to let it participate.
