Provided that he did not get poisoned by her cooking, the boy liked everything his mother personally cooked!
He refused nothing.
She had also prepared Mu Yazhe's share. Sitting in front of the table, the man sampled her cooking.
His brows wrinkled.
The craftsmanship this time obviously did not appeal to his taste.
Moreover, too much salt was put in the soup, so his throat felt a little parched just from tasting it.
There was a clear drop in standard.
What he did not know was that, that one time he tried her noodles, it was her best standard thus far!
Noticing his frown, she nervously asked, "What's the matter? It doesn't taste good."
He put down his chopsticks. Just as he opened his mouth to give a review, he keenly felt a pair of prickling eyes staring at him with warning.
