Butchering a chicken was no hard task for Zhang Xiaofan.
He slit its throat, drained the blood, scalded it in hot water, plucked the feathers, and gutted it...
Zhang Xiaofan was busy in the kitchen.
Miao Yuchen walked in.
"Hmm, it smells so good, it seems like Grandpa Zhang said, today I'm in for a treat."
After coming in, Miao Yuchen closed her eyes, took a sniff, and said.
Zhang Xiaofan turned to Miao Yuchen and said, "Dr. Miao, do you have some ulterior motive for coming to my house today? We don't exactly call each other friends, do we?"
Miao Yuchen's delicate eyes widened slightly, and she said with an innocent look, "Don't get me wrong, although we're not friends, we do know each other, and when I saw your grandfather just now, I just casually mentioned it."
Casually?
To Zhang Xiaofan, that excuse seemed too nonchalant, he didn't buy it.
