"Of course. I feel like Little Amy would also love my roast chicken." Irina nodded firmly.
"Have you tasted your own roast chicken yourself?" Firis asked.
"No. I don't like roast chicken, so I always bought something else for myself when I cooked this for Alex." Irina shook her head as she looked at the chicken roasting over the fire. She then turned to Firis, and a smile gradually appeared on her face.
A shiver ran down Firis' spine upon seeing Irina's dangerous smile, and she hurriedly said, "Princess, I've already had dinner tonight."
"That's alright, you can eat this as a late-night snack. You won't find such delicious roast chicken anywhere else." Irina looked at Firis with a smile as she thrust her charcoal chicken toward Firis.
