"Then, without any expression on his face, he just said: 'You each take one, and keep the last one for me. Don't touch it!'"
Jiang Mianmian was stunned.
Jiang Xiaowei, on the other hand, looked completely captivated, grinning foolishly as she muttered to herself, "Hey, this door god is so cool!"
Jiang Mianmian glanced at the porch again, and a strange emotion welled up in her heart.
She sat down at the table, picked up a spoon, and the plate of fried rice was still warm. With mixed feelings, she took a bite, and almost threw up!
"How can it taste so awful!" Jiang Mianmian had already tried her best to control her voice.
Jiang Xiaowei was startled. "What? It doesn't taste good?"
Jiang Mianmian's pretty face was all scrunched up.
Logically speaking, these ingredients are quite high-end, yet they've been turned into a bizarre dish! It's truly a shame for him.
"You and Mom and Dad have all tried it, right?" Jiang Mianmian looked at her younger brother. "Don't you think the taste is strange?"
"My parents and I wouldn't dare eat this! This was specially made for you by the door gods!"
"See that?" Jiang Xiaowei winked. "That kitchen, this guy almost set it on fire!"
Jiang Mianmian's heart jumped into her throat.
For Su Aiqian, the kitchen was like a warhorse to a general—its significance was extraordinary.
Now that someone dares to provoke her in her favorite kitchen, wouldn't that be...?
Jiang Mianmian sensed something was wrong, and her lips twitched twice. "Mom... is she angry?"
"It's alright," Jiang Xiaowei said truthfully. "Mom just used some discipline and then quietly went back to her room."
Jiang Mianmian looked at the trash can in the direction Jiang Xiaowei was pointing.
No wonder Su Aiqian "quietly" went back to her room.
The feather duster broke in two, how could she not reply!
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