Sweetheart: Imperial school grass, please stop!

Chapter 85 This mess, I An Zihao will not accept it

　Gu Qianyi rolled her eyes at An Zihao without hesitation, and then said seriously, "I also use chopsticks to eat noodles!"

The veins on An Zihao's forehead bulged out one after another. He actually felt that what this idiot said made sense, and he didn't even know how to refute it.

"Noodles are noodles, rice is rice, and steak is steak."

Gu Qianyi blinked her round eyes, raised her finger and shook it: "I also use chopsticks to eat dumplings."

The corners of An Zihao's mouth twitched helplessly, and finally he said forcefully, "In short, you must use a knife and fork to eat steak."

"Then why do I have to use a knife and fork to eat steak? I can use chopsticks or a spoon for porridge." Gu Qianyi's face was full of curiosity.

An Zihao stood beside Gu Qianyi, raised his arms, looking at her wrinkled face, he felt that he was about to lose control of the prehistoric power on his body.

He picked up the steak in front of Gu Qianyi's eyes, his face was full of coldness: "There is no reason, if you use a knife and fork, it is a knife and fork. Are you a hundred thousand why? If you ask again, you don't have to eat it."

"Hey! What, you put down my old lady's steak, I don't want to ask you any more." Gu Qianyi instantly stood up from the luxurious European-style armchair, her eyes fixed on the steak in An Zihao's hand.

An Zihao put down the steak in his hand, and pointed to the knife and fork beside him: "Hold the fork in the left hand, and the knife in the right hand."

Gu Qianyi nodded nervously, and obediently held the knife and fork as An Zihao said: "And then?"

"Press the left end of the food with a fork, fix it, cut off a bite-sized piece of food along the side of the fork, and then use the fork to put it into the mouth." An Zihao said the most official explanation, Gu Qianyi But understand very thoroughly.

An Zihao couldn't help nodding his head. It seems that getting along with Xueba is really convenient.

Bang, bang, bang—the knife in Gu Qianyi's hand kept cutting the steak on the plate, and the metal knife slid down from the steak again and again, making a crisp sound when it hit the porcelain plate.

An Zihao looked at Gu Qianyi, who looked like a butcher was cutting pork in a vegetable market, with an angry expression on his face: "Idiot, is this a vegetable market?"

"What?" The sound of metal hitting the porcelain plate disappeared, leaving only Gu Qianyi's doubtful voice.

An Zihao pulled a smile uglier than crying: "Idiot, how much is a catty of pork?"

Gu Qianyi was taken aback for a moment, and she pointed at herself: "Are you asking me?"

"Is there a third person here?" An Zihao narrowed his eyes, the meaning was obvious.

Gu Qianyi was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "How do I know how much pork is per catty?
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An Zihao turned his head sideways, looking at the shapeless steak that Gu Qianyi had ruined: "Aren't you cutting pork?"

"What kind of pork are you cutting? I'm cutting steaks." Gu Qianyi nodded seriously, looked at the shapeless steaks on the table and turned her head, a little unable to bear to look directly at them.

An Zihao took the metal knife in Gu Qianyi's hand and turned over the steak on the plate: "It's a good piece of "noble steak" that you tortured like this. As a steak, it's pathetic enough."

Gu Qianyi raised her eyebrows calmly: "Poison tongue, what are you talking about! I obviously did what you said, okay?"

"I, An Zihao, don't want to accept this mess." An Zihao rolled his eyes at Steak, who couldn't bear to look straight at him, and silently raised his forehead.

(End of this chapter)