As she spoke, Yin Huaizhu picked up her chopsticks and took another ginseng cake from the plate and put it into Hang Suisui's small bowl.
Hang Suisui stared at the pastries in the bowl and gritted her teeth inwardly.
Is this new research?
It's definitely that fat guy in the kitchen who was going to stew her last time!
You fatso!!!
Wang Chenggang was washing ginseng in the kitchen when he suddenly sneezed several times.
"Achoo, achoo, achoo!"
He rubbed his nose: "Hey, who's cursing me? So early in the morning."
Another cook, who was washing chickens, joked.
"Maybe the ginseng you're washing is cursing you, hahahahaha."
As soon as Wang Cheng heard this, he retorted, looking at the chicken the cook was washing in his hands: "Hurry up and wash it, or the chicken in your hands will curse you."
The cook wasn't angry and continued to look at Wang Chenggang with a smile.
"My chicken is fine, but don't let your ginseng escape again, hahahahahahaha."
The other chefs burst into laughter upon hearing this.
"Yes, today's ginseng was specially requested by Fifth Master. His chicken is dead and can't fly, so we don't know if your ginseng will be alive."
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
Laughter immediately filled the kitchen.
Wang Chenggang couldn't help but feel annoyed by their laughter.
"Go away, go away, why bring up such a sore subject? Get back to work."
Although he said that, he secretly squeezed the ginseng in his hand even tighter.
Looking at the clean, white ginseng in his hand, he swiftly chopped it up with a knife.
Can it still run?
Hang Suisui stared at the ginseng cake in the bowl. She picked up her chopsticks and quickly put it back into Yin Huaizhu's bowl.
"Haha, all I wanted to eat this morning was some porridge. I couldn't eat anything else. You can have this."
Yin Huaizhu smiled and, without refusing, picked up the ginseng cake from the bowl, brought it to her lips, lowered her eyes, and took a bite.
He slowly swallowed the ginseng cake, not forgetting to make a comment.
"tasty."
If it tastes good, eat more.
Don't tell me.
Hang Suisui took the porridge that the maid brought over and buried her head in her mouth, drinking the porridge attentively.
Fearing that if she said a few more words, Yin Huaizhu would make her eat this same kind of cake again.
Hang Suisui didn't think Yin Huaizhu would feel awkward eating ginseng, but she herself felt inexplicably awkward about eating ginseng.
Just as humans can eat other animals with flesh and blood, she can eat the plants that grow in nature.
But eating something of your own species is quite frightening.
She doesn't have that hobby.
She couldn't bring herself to eat it.
What Hang Sui Sui didn't know was that what was piled up in front of her next was not just this plate of ginseng cake.
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