Looking at the pigeon soup, Cao Cao couldn't help but swallow hard and said with a smile, "Then I'll have to try it!"

To everyone's surprise, after taking just one sip, his face contorted in pain, and he vomited it out violently.

"vomit!"

This pigeon soup is so fishy, ​​it's unbelievably awful!

Cao Cao swore to himself that he had never tasted such terrible pigeon soup.

Seeing that Laifu was drinking with relish, Cao Cao tried to take a sip himself, but spat it out again, and his whole face turned black.

"vomit!"

Cao Cao quickly wiped the corner of his mouth, glanced at Laifu, and cursed inwardly that Laifu was definitely doing it on purpose.

Leifu asked with a puzzled look, "Lord Mengde, how does this pigeon soup taste? Isn't it delicious?"

"This...this is really hard to swallow," Cao Cao said with a forced smile.

"It seems that Lord Mengde hasn't tasted any delicacies either!" Leifu said without hesitation, in a serious tone.

Cao Cao almost spat out a mouthful of blood. What did he mean by saying he had never tasted any delicacies?

Cao Cao, after all, had lived a life of luxury since childhood, and had tasted all sorts of delicacies. Yet now he was being looked down upon by Lai Fu, who came from a remote mountain village.

Cao Cao was so angry with Lai Fu that he felt like his lungs were about to explode.

But forced by the circumstances, he could only suppress his anger and force a smile, saying, "I really cannot taste such delicacies."

Leif said with a faint smile, "No one can compare to Master's pigeon soup."

After he finished speaking, he picked up another piece of meat and put it in his mouth to chew!

Cao Cao's expression froze instantly. This was mockery! Utter mockery!

But seeing that Leif had actually eaten all the pigeon soup, meat and broth, he couldn't help but become suspicious.

"Could this guy have a congenital loss of taste?"