Chapter 142 I Don't Like You Lying to Me
After taking that bite, Qiao Mei's facial features started to malfunction; the sourness made her instinctively want to spit it out.
But when she saw Ao Cang staring at her with a puzzled expression, she forced herself to swallow.
Even after swallowing, my face still twitched a little from the sourness.
How the hell could this be made so sour?!
Ao Cang found Qiao Mei's reaction strange, so he poured himself a small cup in front of her and took a sip.
Compared to Qiao Mei's reaction after drinking it, he was much more normal, even to the point that his face remained completely expressionless, as if he had no sense of taste.
Qiao Mei shuddered, swallowed a few mouthfuls of sour saliva, and asked him uncertainly, "Is a dragon's sense of taste a little different from a human's?"
"I'm not entirely sure, but I can tell the difference between sweet and salty things."
If you can only distinguish between sweet and salty, then what about sour, bitter, and spicy...?
Qiao Mei swallowed again, her mouth watering from the intensely sour lemonade, and opened her personal computer to search.
Do dragons have a sense of taste?
The answer came quickly: the dragon could only clearly perceive sweet and salty tastes, and a little bit of bitterness, but it could not perceive sour and spicy tastes.
After reading the answer provided by the interstellar encyclopedia, Qiao Mei closed it expressionlessly, and then asked Ao Cang to wait.
"I suddenly realized that maybe this lemonade..."
Ao Cang interrupted her, his disappointment evident on his face.
He lowered his head, his silver hair obscuring half his face, and pursed his lips. In a muffled voice, he asked her, "An'an, is it because I made it really bad? Otherwise, why would you only drink such a small sip and then stop?"
Qiao Mei: "......."
It really tastes awful, but how could she say that?
She was afraid of hurting his confidence if she told him.
She could only take a deep breath and then gulp down another large mouthful in front of him, swallowing it before her face contorted from the sourness again.
Even so, she still couldn't help but taste the strong sourness, which made her stomach hurt a little.
She forced herself to suppress the urge to twitch her face and gave him a smile that looked worse than crying. She gave him a thumbs-up against her will: "It's delicious. Who said it's not delicious? It's just that I'm not very thirsty right now and I can't drink anymore. I'll save these for tomorrow. I'm going to rinse my mouth again. You can go to bed first, okay?"
Ao Cang wasn't stupid; of course he noticed that her right eye was twitching uncontrollably, making her look very uncomfortable.
But he didn't expose her. Instead, he watched her flee to the bathroom as if she were running away. Then his gaze fell back on the drink that was almost half full of lemon. He had a feeling that there must be something wrong with the lemonade he made.
But he couldn't taste it, so after hesitating for a while, he took it to the sink on the balcony and poured it out completely.
He poured the lemons into the trash can.
After rinsing her mouth, Qiao Mei felt that the extremely sour taste had been suppressed, and then she noticed that Ao Cang had been washing an empty cup at the sink at some point.
The lemonade that still made her a little scared was gone. After searching the bedroom, she realized that Ao Cang had probably poured it out, and all the crushed lemons had been thrown into the trash can.
She walked up to Ao Cang with a bewildered look on her face. Her red eyes reflected his head as he diligently washed the cups like a househusband. She asked him, puzzled, "Cang Cang, why did you pour out the lemonade?"
"An'an." Ao Cang turned off the tap, hung the cup upside down on the metal rack for drying, and looked up at her with a complicated expression. "If it doesn't taste good, you can just tell me. I made this for you just to make you happy."
Instead of making her feel uncomfortable and force herself to praise him against her will, in order to make him happy.
Qiao Mei was stunned: "How did you know...?"
She realized she'd let something slip halfway through her sentence, and after a moment of annoyance, she scratched her face: "I didn't want to disappoint you, but it's not that bad, it's just a tiny bit, just a tiny bit sour."
As the girl spoke, she made a small comparison, leaving a tiny gap between her right thumb and forefinger.
Ao Cang didn't believe her. After wiping his still slightly damp hands, he recounted the unusual thing he had noticed in her facial expression.
"If it really doesn't taste bad, why are you trying so hard to suppress it? An'an, don't lie to me. I don't like it when you lie to me."
Although he was discouraged that his work was inferior to Xu Heyu's, he was even more upset that Qiao Mei had lied to him.
He hadn't thought much of it when similar situations had occurred before.
But as his relationship with her improved, he inexplicably began to care more about her.
He even felt that by doing this, she was creating an invisible barrier between them, which he did not want.
What he wanted was to be completely connected with her, without anything separating them.
Qiao Mei heard Ao Cang's words, which were still gentle but somewhat forceful, and vaguely sensed that he was angry.
This left her somewhat at a loss for words.
Strictly speaking, she is the one who is "victimized," but he is the one who is angry now.
She rubbed her forehead, sighed softly, and went up to hug the Dragon God, who looked awkward and whose thin lips were pressed into a straight line, not wanting to make eye contact with her. She patted his back like she was coaxing a child.
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