Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
He Jiang took another gulp of mineral water.
What did he expect? Why did he believe Shang Jing would make a meal for him obediently? It was already a blessing he did not poison the food.
Moreover, didn’t he tell himself he was satisfied Shang Jing did not blow the kitchen up?
With a series of positive mental reinforcement to manage his expectations, he eventually managed to quell his rising anger.
His anger was quelled but Shang Jing was about to explode!
To humiliate his food was the same as humiliating him! He had worked so hard to make this meal! He did not do anything weird, did not poison the food, decorated the dish nicely, and provided before and after meal service. In exchange, all he got was such a comment?
“What do you mean by 'even dogs would not eat it’?”
“Are you looking down on the food made by us commoners? Then don’t eat at home!” Steam was rising from the top of his head. He sat himself down at the table and snatched the set of fork and knife over from He Jiang’s hands. “If you don’t want to eat it, I will. We are from different worlds, it will be better for us to dine separately in the future!”
Shang Jing had long since lost his appetite from all the anger. He sliced the beef into smaller pieces with rough motions while shooting beams out of his eyes, as though the meat he was slicing into was He Jiang’s heart.
He had enjoyed those overcooked dumplings of his previously. Now that I am the one doing the cooking, he’s reacting this way?
Finding all sorts of ways to chase me away?
Shang Jing stared at the mashed-up foie gras on the plate. They were like his torn-up ego, being spit into the trash like a piece of valueless trash.
“Heaven will bring great wealth to the people, but they must first suffer in their minds and work their bodies.” Shang Jing recited a Buddhist scripture under his breath to calm himself.
He Jiang wants him to move out, he will never move out! He Jiang said his food was unappetizing even to dogs, he will finish them all!
Noticing Shang Jing’s determination to finish the table of disgusting f
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