"This is my dish..." Tiqie Helinai walked over with a tray. But the others were all immersed in a food fantasy world, unable to extricate themselves.
Of course, Xia Yu was sober, smiling at her as he watched.
"Your dish?" Xia Yu glanced over, seeing small chicken eggs wrapped in foil on the wooden tray, and immediately had a guess about her cooking.
"Try my dish first, it's getting cold." Xia Yu also handed over a pair of chopsticks.
"No!"
Tiqie Helinai turned her head away.
"You won't be disappointed—" Xia Yu quickly switched to a spoon, scooped up a big spoonful of rice from the clay pot, mixed with scrambled eggs and diced aspic, and brought it to her, suddenly becoming forceful.
Her nostrils flared. Extremely careful, she sniffed the strong fragrance that wafted to her nose, and the defenses Helinai had built up in her heart crumbled.
The 'Divine Tongue' started secreting saliva faster, and even her stomach began to tremble.
