A punch that can reconstruct memories

Li Chunhua raised the thin stick, one-foot long, painted with red varnish, with both of its ends having gilded gold carvings.

[Bronze-Grade Chopsticks of Avarice (Growth-Type)]

"What am I going to do with only one stick?" Li Chunhua's lips twitched. "At least give me another one too!" How could she eat—I mean fight with only one chopstick? Isn't this useless?

Unfortunately, the system didn't hear her complaints and played dead like usual. 

Li Chunhua cannot stuff the item back inside the chest. She examined it and stared at the gold. Hold on, is this gold carving real? She put it inside her mouth and started grinding her teeth, trying to get the gold off to pay her debt.

Detecting the disappointment in her voice, Long Haoran stored the wooden ladle in his inventory and occupied the seat next to her.

"What's the matter?" He asked and turned to her with only saw a flying fist before he felt his soul left his body.