Yin Xueyang was never one to hold her tongue.
Li Zhiyan didn't take it to heart—this was all too normal for Yin Xueyang.
"Anyway, as long as you can put on black stockings for me, that's fine."
Speaking of which, Li Zhiyan lightly caressed Yin Xueyang's black-stockinged legs.
Despite the weather, without the Bare Leg Artifact and just the fair legs covered in black stockings, Yin Xueyang was indeed tempted.
"Stop touching me."
Yin Xueyang swatted Li Zhiyan's hand away, though she didn't seem angry.
"Just wash the abalone properly, don't waste it."
Yin Xueyang went to the sink to start washing the vegetables.
Li Zhiyan grouped the abalones with the seafood and began to meticulously clean them, first separating the guts in the middle of each abalone.
Then he carefully scrubbed the dirt off them, which would ensure the best taste of the ingredients.
