Their eyes met, a fighting spirit igniting between them, with what looked like sparks in the air.
"Damn, it actually feels electric." Bai Bufan, who really got shocked, shuddered again.
Lin Li: "It's winter, isn't static electricity normal?"
"True." Bai Bufan found it reasonable, but he still didn't want to give up the chicken, or to be precise, the chicken he could snatch from Lin Li's hands.
Lin Li squinted his eyes: "Bufan, let me test you: Dogs go woof, cats go meow, what do chickens do?"
Bai Bufan also squinted his eyes: "Three hundred for one, six hundred for overnight?"
"What kind of ridiculous chicken? Wrong!" Lin Li sneered disdainfully, then seized the moment when Bai Bufan got distracted, moving as fast as lightning—"Opportunities are for those who are prepared!"
The chicken was clamped into Lin Li's mouth, fresh out of the pot and scalding hot, so Lin Li had to toss it around in his mouth several times but refused to spit it out.
