"Not only do we have rice and vegetables, soup and fruit, but we also have this and this porridge. I specially mixed all the nutritional ingredients and customized it for Mr. Gong!"
He curled his lips, revealing a tenderness as he said, "It's my honor!"
She grinned and said proudly, "Of course, besides my father and brother, Mr. Gong is the first man I cook for!"
"Okay..." His brows became more gentle, and even the wounds on his body that had been hurting didn't seem to hurt anymore.
"Mr. Gong, try this nutritious soup first. I have been cooking it for an hour--" The little girl diligently scooped a spoonful of soup and handed it over, her eyes showing a little expectation and excitement.
He lowered his forehead and took a sip, and the soup quickly flowed down his tongue.
The dense sour vinegar smell infects the buds between the teeth, pulling out the bitter taste in the throat.
One second later
His brows couldn't help but frown, and he looked over with a hint of inquiry.
He finally understood why he was the first man besides her father and brother to taste the little girl's cooking.
The little girl's expression froze. "What, what happened? Is the soup I made not tasty?"
The man was silent.
"The food I cook is delicious. My father and brother both praised it. There's no reason why my soup wouldn't taste good!"
man:"……"
"Really, Mr. Gong, I'm not lying to you. My father and brother used to fight over the food I cooked!"
man:"……"
"Why is my soup not good..." She scooped a small spoonful, brought it to her mouth and tasted it.
Next second
"puff--"
She sprayed it directly.
man:"……"
"Ah, ugh, ugh..." The little girl couldn't help but spit on the ground several times, frowning and saying, "Who made this soup? How can it be so sour?"
man:"……"
possible--
Was it him who did it?
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