"Yue Wu Tiao, what are you doing in the pig's nest?" Ji Yuye asked with a dark face.
"I'm communicating with it. If I eat it in the future, it won't give it to me," Yue Wu Tiao replied.
"Yue'er, you can cook today. I'm not feeling well today." Bai Chenhan's eyes were shining as if he was about to drool.
"But master, my relatives came to see me, can you bear it?" Yue Wu Tiao said pitifully, looking at her skin.