He retracted his hand. The obvious palm print and the broken table made the expressions of the woman and the chef who walked out when they heard the sound change drastically.
The equally fat chef hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I just realized that I made a mistake. You still have a quota of more than 10 kilograms. It's enough to eat five meals."
"Then you have to calculate it clearly in the future. I paid you military merits to cook."
Song Shi gave the chef a cold glance. The obvious killing intent made the latter shiver.
"I won't. It's all my fault for not being good at math."
The chef was sweating profusely. If this person only had good marksmanship, he would not be too afraid. However, he had actually slammed the mud counter into such a state with a single slap. Clearly, he also had extraordinary ability. He was definitely not someone to be trifled with.
