Qiwowen Du raised his hand, pointed at himself, swallowed hard, and spoke with difficulty, "That... that dish, isn't it referring to me?"
"Who else besides you?" Gu Changsheng replied irritably, turning back to glare at him.
Qiwowen Du, "..."
He was the Young Master of the Nomadic tribe, one moment fallen to a cook's status, and the next, became fish meat on display?
Dish on a plate?
How big a plate would it take to hold him?
Qiwowen Du felt very innocent, completely a victim of unjust disaster!
Holding a fire stick in hand, poking at the flame under the pot, Qiwowen Du nearly wanted to cry, "Who did I provoke? It's just that I'm a bit of a chatterbox!"
"It's not your fault you're a chatterbox, but when you're talking, why do you keep getting close to my lady's face?" said Yuan Bao, chopping vegetables, rolling his eyes.
"I didn't!" Qiwowen Du felt wronged.
