Zhi'er set the table.
"I just helped with the fire, all of this was made by Brother Ce."
She was surprised, Feng Fuce actually had cooking skills?
After the three sat down, Zhi'er first served Mo Yanchi a bowl of wild vegetable and tofu soup.
Mo Yanchi couldn't wait and took a sip.
Suddenly, he froze.
Feng Fuce and Zhi'er were sitting opposite him, both involuntarily paused their actions.
"Master," Zhi'er blinked and asked, "Is it not good?"
Mo Yanchi chuckled dryly twice, "It's good, but... why is it a bit sweet?"
"Sweet?" Zhi'er quickly tasted it.
Oh my goodness!
She thought she was eating a pastry.
This taste, sweet enough to make one restless.
"Brother Ce..." Zhi'er covered her small mouth, "Did you make a mistake?"
Feng Fuce tasted a bit himself.
With an unchanged expression, he was silent for a moment before calmly saying, "I must have mistaken sugar for salt."
Mo Yanchi and Zhi'er were both stunned.
