"Then let me get you something tasty!"
A faint peach blush bloomed on Yun Shui's cheeks, and she spoke softly, her voice as sweet as if it had been steeped in honey.
Her gaze wandered over the table laden with delicacies and happened to settle on a pale yellow, translucent dish-the meat had been cut into neat pieces and coated in a thin glaze, its color warm and lustrous. It looked so unusual that she had never seen anything like it, let alone tasted it.
Looking around, she noticed that whenever Zhou Duoduo, Wei Xia, Wu Zhifeng, and the others at the table glanced at this dish, they instinctively looked away. No one reached for it, as though it were a hot potato.
No one's trying it. Its flavor must be really extraordinary, right?
Yun Shui muttered inwardly, her curiosity bouncing like a little rabbit in her chest, impossible to contain.
She had always found new things irresistible. Besides, Yun Shan had been sulking earlier, so this special dish was the perfect way to soothe his wounded heart.
With that thought, Yun Shui picked up her chopsticks without hesitation and carefully gripped a piece of pale yellow meat, afraid she might drop it onto the table. She quickly placed it in the white porcelain bowl before Yun Shan, her eyes gleaming with an expectant desire for praise.
She completely failed to notice Zhou Duoduo's little gasp beside her as she hurriedly covered her mouth, or Wei Xia's widened eyes as her spoon clanged against the rim of her bowl. Wu Zhifeng froze outright, forgetting even to swallow the rice in his mouth.
Expressions of utter astonishment appeared on all their faces as they stared, dumbfounded, at what Yun Shui had just done. Their eyes brimmed with a complicated sentiment: