Kitchen knives are actually not very refined. But Acha's kitchen knives are a bit special.
Ah Cha, as the name suggests, is greasy like barbecued pork on the inside and sweet and sweet on the outside.
This pile of kitchen knives used to be piled up in her room, and when she opened Hongmeng, she feasted on the crispy duck essence day and night, which had a wonderful reaction.
It was night, and a strange knife light suddenly flashed in the kitchen, mixed with some human voices.
Cai Dao: "There is always a buzz about Demon Dao Ji on Weibo. It is hard to imagine what the companion of the coquettish bitch looks like. If she turns into a human form, she will definitely not look like Ah Cha."
The bone-chopping knife blushed coldly: "I heard that knights always lick blood with the tip of the knife. It's really not a serious knife."
Fruit Knife: "The knife is like water, Wu Yan beats the snow, and the delicate hand breaks the new orange. It's so beautiful. I don't know who is more beautiful, Master Li or me."
Silicone Knife: "Come here quickly and stay away from these tough guys!"