Su Ningwei stood to the side, scooping up a spoonful of smooth apple puree and gently feeding the fruit puree she had made with her own hands for the first time into Xiaobao's mouth.
Xiaobao, tasting apple puree for the first time, curiously and excitedly took a small bite. Then he furrowed his brows, his face filled with shock as his whole body trembled, every cell in him rejecting it.
Xiaobao looked utterly disgusted, muttering something in a pitiful little voice.
After Ye Chen translated the baby talk, it was: "What is this stuff? It tastes awful! I was wrong—I'll never throw fruit around again."
Su Ningwei frowned as well.
To make this apple puree, Su Ningwei had selected the biggest, reddest apple. She peeled it, removed the seeds, steamed it, and blended it into a puree.
Su Ningwei murmured softly, "No way? I followed an online tutorial. Could it really taste that bad?"
"Weiwei, did you make this apple puree?" Ye Chen walked over to Su Ningwei and asked with a smile.
"Mm, I just made it." Su Ningwei turned to look at Ye Chen and asked with a smile, "Achen, are you done with your work? Nothing serious happened, right?"
"Mm, it's nothing serious. I've already had a lawyer handle it. It won't be a problem." Ye Chen bent down and said, "Let me have a taste."
"It tastes pretty bad. Xiaobao looked so disgusted after just one bite." Su Ningwei said awkwardly.
Ye Chen smiled. "It's fine."
Su Ningwei scooped up a small spoonful of apple puree and fed it into Ye Chen's mouth.
It was smooth on the tongue and fragrant with apple, but somewhat sour.
From six to nine months old, babies' sense of taste was at its most developed. Once infancy ended, their sense