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Forget it, some things aren't suitable for the ears of people in this little mountain village.
Jin Zijin said, "That's right, there's a chef at home!"
Gu Youyou wore a look of regret, saying, "…then you must be the one running errands. Your knife skills may be good, but your cooking skills aren't impressive, not as delicious as mine. Sigh! What's the use of being a Knife Master? Being a head chef has a future."
Jin Zijin finally couldn't help but chuckle as he chopped up the rabbit.
"And you, how old are you this year?"
Jin Zijin's deep voice rang out, causing Gu Youyou to freeze for a moment.
She thought about it and chuckled, saying, "Isn't this lady in her 'flourishing twenty-eighth year'?"
"Sixteen?"
"Hehe, add two years."
Jin Zijin looked at her thoughtfully and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Gu Youyou casually grabbed some firewood to block her face from his view.
