Don’t ask why it’s seafood.

Because the sea is salty.

"Go back to your room to eat, and then go to sleep. Later, when your dad comes back, we will eat together." Duan Yuchen made arrangements carefully.

Snake Boy: I understand. Daddy doesn’t want him to be a third wheel.

It's just right to go back to the room.

The little snake slid back into the room with the bowl.

Look at this bowl of fish soup with a few chopped tomatoes and vegetables floating on it.

Red and green.

Not to mention it looks quite appetizing.

What if it’s something else that can be eaten besides being salty?

The little snake felt that he couldn't waste his father's kindness.

He tasted it furtively.

The next second, the little snake wished it could cut off its own tongue.

Salty and bitter...

It is also mixed with various unknown flavors.

How did Duan Yuchen manage to make the food look good but taste bad?

Is this seasoning free?

The little snake took a deep breath and decisively fed all the fish soup in his hand to the flowers on the balcony.

He turned around and went downstairs with the bowl.

Duan Yuchen even looked up and asked, "How does it taste? Is it good?"

Then he looked at the bowl that the little guy had eaten clean.

Then he praised with satisfaction, "I didn't expect you to eat so cleanly this time, but you can only drink one bowl, and the rest are all made for your dad."

The snake boy forced a smile and nodded.

In fact, I was secretly happy.

Very good.

He doesn't need to bear the sufferings of this world.

The little snake obediently returned to his room and locked the door tightly.

Because I was afraid of witnessing a domestic violence scene.