"That's right!" Perry Walker lifted the cup with juice on the table, "Brother, you are much smarter than a hen."
Gepard Walker frowned, "I hate chickens."
"I think chicken is still very delicious," Perry Walker innocently looked at the girl across the table, "Miss Gigi, what do you think?"
She wasn't a fool and could clearly catch the subtext in the little thing's insinuating words.
"I..." Gigi clenched the cutlery in her hand, "I don't like chicken."
"You're so pitiful..." Perry Walker looked at her with sympathy, "Chicken is delicious, I love roast chicken, grilled chicken... and also poached chicken, chicken wings... right, right, and pulled chicken!"
Gigi was seething with anger inside, and inadvertently, her dinner knife clinked against the plate.
Gepard Walker immediately frowned, "Didn't your mother teach you dining etiquette, it's very rude to make noise with your cutlery against the plate while eating."
