(Third update, ^_^, recommend please)
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Yves King was holding an egg and a sausage, staring at her with a pale face, he wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead. Wasn't she just supposed to help by washing some vegetables? She's now brandishing a kitchen knife, is she a high-ranking graduate from a prestigious American university or a street gang member? Her temper is really running wild...
"B...boss, let's talk it out. Put down the knife, please?" Yves King lifted his hands, a nervous grin on his face as he said, "Why don't you sit down, have some milk? I'll put on a show for you, and dinner will be ready ASAP." What he was really worried about wasn't her temper, but the chance of her accidentally cutting herself.
"Forget it, I'm not in the mood for TV now." Faye Owen's brows knitted crossly, she playfully taunted, "Weren't you so confident earlier? Why chicken out now? Hand over your sausage." With that, she brandished the kitchen knife, showing off some unskilled moves.