Time passed slowly. Ling Miao clearly saw the corners of his mouth begin to twitch, his expression changing from pain to confusion, and finally to something that seemed to be going well.
Zheng Wenrun chewed slowly.
Perhaps because he had the large intestine in his mouth, his mind was even able to wander to other things.
It has a very soft, chewy, and resilient texture; you can't bite it apart.
In addition, this pungent yet fragrant smell seems to have become his signature scent.
Surprisingly, it didn't smell too bad.
This idea suddenly popped into my head.
Zheng Wenrun froze.
I was suddenly patted on the shoulder.
He shuddered and quickly turned around, only to see the teacher slowly walking over.
The other person stood beside him, looking at him.
Zheng Wenrun couldn't help but shrink back, his tone unsteady, "Teacher, what's wrong?"
After staring for a long time, Zheng Wenrun finally looked away, turning his head so that the students wouldn't see the expression on his face.
Zheng Wen only heard his tone.
The voice was full of complexity, which made him somewhat puzzled.
"What...do you think?"
"ah?"
Zheng Wenrun was stunned for a moment, then blurted out the question without thinking.
Meeting the teacher's somewhat awkward gaze, he suddenly understood what the other person meant.
Zheng Wenrun came to his senses, his face showing disbelief.
What did the teacher mean by asking that? Does it mean you also really like to eat it?
He couldn't help but let his thoughts wander for a while.
He then recalled for a moment and honestly replied, "I think it's pretty good."
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