After hearing Guo Xinjie's remark, Feng Jiu leapt from the tree, took out a small bottle, and said, "This is the seasonings. Just sprinkle it on the grill." Then she handed him the condiment, which he unexpectedly declined.
"You have nothing to do, anyway. Since you can roast, come and roast for us, so that it won't taste bad if we sprinkle too much or too little." Guo Xinjie's gaze was drawn to Feng Jiu; as if he knew she couldn't refuse.
Guo Xinjie smiled as he saw Feng Jiu standing still, just looking at him. "Why? Can't I ask you for help?" He was smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes. On the contrary, his contempt and provocation were visible between his brows.
Feng Jiu responded with a simple and honest smile. "No, it's just that I'm a little worried."
"What exactly are you worried about?" Guo Xinjie asked.
