After chewing twice, the smile on Xie Ciyan's face froze, and a trace of innocent bewilderment entered his eyes.
His face went from white to red in an instant. Holding it in and unsure what to do, he even began turning red all the way down his neck.
A flavor he had never tasted before spread through his mouth. For a moment, he could not think of a single adjective to describe it; all he knew was that it packed more of a punch than the stench of shit in a latrine.
His taste buds began throwing a tantrum, too. If he moved them again, he feared he would throw up even last night's dinner.
[Pfft! Shocking news! A man actually put on a public performance as Mr. Quick while eating!!!]
[Haha, no, I can't hold it in anymore. Xie Ciyan is such an idiot. Hasn't he heard that the prettier something is, the more dangerous it is?]
[How can someone's face go from white to red in one second? If only I could poop that efficiently. Ahahaha...]
[Suddenly, I think you'd be a veeery suitable brother-in-law.]
"Pfft... I can't take it anymore. Take your time enjoying your meal, Young Marquis. I'm going downstairs for some grilled fish to recover."
Jiang Yourning's stomach hurt from holding back her laughter, and in the end, her composure cracked.
Beside them, the keenly perceptive Shuo Feng turned without hesitation and walked over to the window. He was not laughing, either; the corners of his mouth were simply twitching as though he were having an epileptic fit.
Hearing her younger sister's gloating voice, Jiang Wanrong sighed inwardly, then gave herself another little pep talk.
Brave Rongrong feared no hardship!!!
This was only her second time cooking. As long as she had improved a little