"Okay, then you cut it." Zi Yan was not polite, and directly gave up her seat, because the piece of meat just cut was a bit thick.

"Thin slices of meat are required. The meat hasn't been quick-frozen, so it's not very easy to cut." Zi Yan stood aside like a little daughter-in-law, reminding her, her beautiful eyes looking at the meat on the cutting board without blinking.

In her clear eyes, Zhang Han started to move with a kitchen knife.