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"Sister, I have a knife!"
Pus took out the small knife he carried with him from around his waist.
Mai Xiaomai saw the dark red bloodstains remaining on the knife, emitting a fishy smell.
It was so unhygienic, she didn't want to use that knife to cut food at all, so she shook her head, picked up the piece of meat in her hand, and bit down hard...
While Pus bit into meat effortlessly, when she bit down, it felt as hard as biting into a rock.
Alas, the delicacies of the modern city had truly caused her abilities to degenerate.
Abis handed the knife over to her.
"Don't you need it?"
Mai Xiaomai asked happily.
"You use it."
"Okay, thank you."
Mai Xiaomai didn't hesitate and took the knife from him.
"Sister, why do you want Grandpa's knife and not mine? Is it because you like Grandpa more and you don't like me?"
Pus asked, his voice tinged with hurt.
