“You…” Seeing the tiny piece of bacon, Jiang Xiaorou knew Zhao Tiezhu had did it on purpose. However, she knew it was pointless to argue, so she accepted the piece of bacon.
Yun-er had not had meat in a long while.
“How’s your brother?” said Zhao Tiezhu lazily as he kept the largest piece of bacon.
“Didn’t I say so earlier!” replied Jiang Xiaorou sharply.
“Hehe, let me follow you back. What can I do, I have a good heart and I care for the citizens,” said Zhao Tiezhu as he made a division between himself and the commoners. The word “citizens” was extremely irksome to the ears.