Huang Xing'er was chopping vegetables with a kitchen knife. When she heard this, she raised her hand that was holding the kitchen knife and slammed it towards the chopping board.
On the side, Village Chief Huang watched as the kitchen knife landed on Huang Xing'er's hand that was holding the pork on the chopping board and cut off a piece of meat from her middle finger.
"Are you crazy?!" Village Chief Huang quickly went forward to cover Huang Xing'er's injured hand and examined it.
Blood was flowing from the wound, but Huang Xing'er didn't seem to feel any pain. The corners of her lips curled up bit by bit. "Another person who wants to please His Highness. Hmph, His Highness told me that he doesn't like chicken soup at all."
