C120 It Would be Strange If He Didn't Kill Her!

Leftover cornmeal batter from a couple of days ago?

Niu Jun glanced disdainfully at the half-bowl on the counter, now sprouting mold and attracting a few green-headed flies. Irritated for reasons he couldn't quite pinpoint, he grabbed it and tossed it out the kitchen door into the yard. The roughly made bowl shattered into pieces, the sharp crack waking Faang Taozi from her drowsy state