Yan Tingfeng must admit a certain fact.
Even the awful taste of tree bark and soil pales in comparison to this plate of rice with toppings.
At the same time, he truly couldn't understand.
Why does a plate of rice toppings that smells normal and looks normal taste worse than death?
Yan Tingfeng finally understood why others looked at him with such pity when they heard he was going to eat the food cooked by Si Fqing.
Swallowing the first bite was a matter of courtesy.
Not finishing it was for his own life.
"Damn it! What do you mean?" Si Fqing clenched her fists, gritting her teeth, "Are you saying my cooking is bad?"
This time, she didn't blow up the kitchen, nor did she damage the pot.
Yan Tingfeng slowly stood up, smiling breezily: "It's just that since Xiao Wan has already had a duel, it would be inappropriate for me not to accept the challenge."
