C187 Noodles

The hand that used the knife to cut the vegetables did not stop for a moment. The knife flashed and the sound of cutting the vegetables was very rhythmic, as if he just said something unimportant.

"This time, it is different from the past." The knife sound stopped. Ye Xiaoqi's voice slowly drifted into Chung Zheng's ears amidst the crackling sound of the explosion