Shen Jiao: "..."

Ji Yan: "..."

Shen Jiao harbored resentment towards the tyrant, and her slight sullenness after her failed confession left her somewhat resentful.

She immediately looked away, making very little noise; others simply assumed she was stretching.

Gu An finished the last crayfish and let out a burp.

He patted his chest and said, "Go ahead and tell me, little fairy. Besides making money, my dad is also a master at cleaning up messes."

Shen Jiao: "..."

The beatings you endured back then weren't without reason.

Liang Heng retrieved a folding fan, smiling broadly: "Don't be afraid, Sister Chen. If anyone dares to clip your wings, I will destroy their entire paradise!"

Shen Jiao almost couldn't help but burst out laughing.

If the Little Divine Doctor were in the Funeral Love Clan, he could probably reach the level of Cold Young Master.

"Everyone, calm down. He's not poisoned; he's just allergic to crayfish," Shen Jiao explained.

"An allergy might cause a rash at most, how could it be this serious? I think you're just deliberately trying to mislead people!"

The cooks thought that he would soon swell up like his companions and die.

Since he was going to die anyway, he wasn't afraid of Shen Jiao anymore.

They glared at them, saying, "What allergy? It can't be an allergy!"

"This is clearly poisoning!"

"If I'm allergic, I'll swallow three pounds of crayfish raw."

"Oh, it really is an allergy." At this moment, the physician who was treating the sausage-lipped cook spoke up.

Upon hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The chefs' expressions froze into statues.

They still tried to struggle, but with the help of the doctor, their swelling visibly subsided, and their lips shrank to the size of two sausages.

Just then, a heavy sack fell from the sky and landed precisely at the cooks' feet.

A cool, icy voice rang out softly: "Thirty catties, swallow it."