As soon as this thought appeared in her mind, she could no longer suppress it.
Su Wan hesitated for a second and immediately put aside the half-baked river fish on the rack. She decided to ignore it for now.
She reached out to wipe the sweat off her forehead and picked up a red cloud fruit.
This kind of red fruit looked so beautiful. Was it really not delicious?
Su Wan frowned slightly. She thought of Ming Ye's words and subconsciously put the fruit to her mouth. She carefully took a bite.
Oh, it really was not that delicious.
Su Wan frowned even more. It was difficult to describe the taste of this fruit.
When it entered her mouth, there was no taste. But after two or three seconds, she actually felt a little spicy.
What a strange taste.
Su Wan took a bite and hesitated whether she should roast the fruit or not.
