Originally, he was furious and felt as wronged as a little wife who'd been bullied her whole life, looking forward to dear old dad backing him up, but now he was somewhat bewildered.
Xue Zhenghai stared at the chicken leg that his granddaughter had spit on, frowning in thought for a moment.
Suddenly, he chuckled to himself, "This won't stump me, even if there's trash all around in this garbage bin, I'll still eat it. Are you saying my years of hard work have been for nothing?"
He took a deep breath and exhaled a wisp of pale mist toward the chicken leg.
Instantly, it sprayed from his mouth onto the chicken leg.
In a flash, it blew away the saliva on top, leaving a thin layer of white frost on the chicken leg that made it look as though it had been frozen.
The old man proudly waggled the chicken leg: "Ha, your saliva's gone, but it still smells good, I'll eat it just the same."
