After removing the innards, she picked up the fruit knife next to her, swiftly chopped it into pieces, washed them clean, and tossed them into the induction cooker nearby to boil.
Done, it'll be ready to eat soon.
Pei Hong's eyes were about to pop out.
Maybe he found the wrong person...
How could the hands that write calligraphy and play the zither be so deft at slaughtering a snake...
However, that face of Xia Weibao was unmistakable.
After struggling to accept this contrast of Xia Weibao, Pei Hong walked over.
His smile was very kind, "Hello, Miss Xia, I am Pei Hong, the head of the National Studies Association Folk Music Department. Very pleased to meet you."
As he spoke, he extended his hand towards Xia Weibao.
Xia Weibao looked at her wet hands, smiled awkwardly, quickly washed them, then took a towel to dry them before reaching out her hand to shake his.
In her heart, she was trying to recall who Pei Hong was.
