Gulp, gulp!
A magical spectacle appeared at the scene—the group of people held a bowl of porridge in their hands and tasted it, but aside from that, their faces were filled with happiness and transcendent delight.
If someone photographed their expressions then, it would certainly become very effective as an advertisement for food.
Was it...really that delicious?
Zhao Liangying's mind went blank. The people in front of her were all accomplished figures in the entertainment circle, yet a bowl of porridge made them like that?
Even the ever-calm Sister Feifei went crazy. She had never seen Sister Feifei eat something with such a blatant disregard of her image.
However, the next moment--
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Everyone's eyes focused on her at almost the same time, or rather, the bowl of porridge in her hands!
The tremendous pressure made her cower her neck weakly and retreat two steps back.
