Zhang Yueze raised the corner of his mouth and looked at her sideways, "Don't keep saying that we are not from the same world. You live on the earth, and I also live on the earth... You don't live in the Milky Way."
"Although there is only one world, there are many kinds of people. We are not the same kind of people."
"Of course we are not the same kind of people. We are a man and a woman, a perfect match."
Zhao Yumo knew that talking to him anymore would only affect his appetite, so he ignored him.
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Zhang Yueze patted his belly, burped, and praised: "As the saying goes, hungry people don't choose their food. Although these dishes are a bit unpalatable, they still fully play their role in filling my stomach."
At the end, he added, "Thank you, Miss Zhao."
Zhao Yumo smiled sweetly, with a unique smile, and said a little vaguely: "You are so full, do you want to do some exercise to digest your food?"
Zhang Yueze's eyes widened, and a different emotion suddenly appeared in his eyes, and a few words suddenly came to his mind: "Thinking about lust after being full."
He smiled ambiguously: "Yes, you really understand my thoughts. I really want to exercise."
Zhao Yumo smiled lightly again, with infinite charm between his brows, and said softly: "Then you can't fool me casually, let alone do it casually."
He immediately smiled with joy and said meaningfully: "Of course."
Zhao Yumo blinked his eyes briskly and said with satisfaction: "Then I'll treat it as your promise and don't go back on it."
"Of course I won't regret it," someone said firmly.
Zhao Yumo raised her lips slightly in a charming arc and approached him slightly, "Then go and wash the dishes."
Zhang Yueze's face immediately turned into an ink stain, and he sat there blankly, staring at her.
After a while, he began to say, "I have never washed dishes since I was a child. How can I do it?"
Zhao Yumo picked up a cup of tea and drank it leisurely, "You don't know how to wash dishes, but do you know how to wash your face? You just need to treat the dishes as your face, wipe whatever is dirty, and you will always wash your face."
Zhang Yueze wanted to refute, but she immediately blocked his words, "Don't tell me, you can't even tell where something is dirty? This is the recognition level of a three-year-old child."
After Zhao Yumo finished speaking, he walked to the sofa and watched TV leisurely. He did not forget to remind him: "You just said categorically that you will not regret it."