Sizo didn't ask for any questions, after all, he asked too many questions, which made him seem a little mentally retarded.

"I don't need this."

"..." Chu Zheng held the table, her eyes unspeakable calm: "What are you going to use?"

"Silver bowls and silver chopsticks." Sizang said with confidence: "You don't even have such containers here?"

The tone seemed to be like a prince coming to a refugee slum.

Chu Zheng had a cold face: "You just put it first, I'll go out to buy it for you later."

Sizang was assuming the demon king: "I can't eat it without this king."

Chu Zheng doesn’t care: “Then you’re hungry.” I’m not hungry anyway.

Sizo: "…"

Sizang looked at the girl opposite him sitting down, slowly started eating with chopsticks, and never gave him another look.

Sizang almost suffered internal injuries in one breath.
Chapter completed!