At this moment in the kitchen, the group pet was wearing a slightly small apron, standing in front of the grimy stove, struggling to wash dishes.
Bai Yu was laboriously shoveling pig feed into a wooden barrel, his expression full of disgust.
How was the pig feed cooked? It involved putting pigweed into a separate pot, adding water to cook, and finally stirring in some cornmeal.
The result looked greenish and gluey, particularly revolting. Added to that was the smell of the weed. Every time, it was Bai Ye who handled it, but Bai Ye was in too much pain this time.
Even without any wounds, his pale face clearly showed how much pain he was in.
Thus, Bai Yu had to do it himself, but his furrowed brows and disdainful look almost reached the point of plugging his nose with a stopper. He still had to carry it to the pigsty and pour it into the trough for the pigs to eat. He also needed to flush it with water to wash away the droppings to ensure cleanliness.
