C271 Is This Your Daughter

Zhuang Chen skillfully slaughtered the chicken and shed its blood. He boiled the chicken and boiled it. When the chicken's feathers became softer, he started to pluck them.

"What kind of good day is Mr Zhuang having today?"

Huang Feng's saliva was about to drip out. He rubbed his hands and blinked at Zhuang Chen.

The team members behind him also walked up one after another