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Zhao Decai's wife had cooked six dishes.

Five of them were vegetables.

One was the bowl of stir-fried rooster.

In Zhou Zhaodi's eyes, there were no vegetables, only the rooster.

She did not even want the chopsticks. She directly reached out and grabbed the male chicken leg.

Before she could touch the chicken leg, Zhao Xiangyun's chopsticks had already hit the back of her hand