Wang Yan was a little displeased and snorted coldly. "How can this kind of messy thing that looks like poison taste good? It's fine if it's not smoked or grilled, but it's still boiled with water. This is simply nonsense! Even if you like her, you don't have to say things that go against your heart, right?"
Behind her, Tu Xiaoyue's reaction was completely opposite to hers. She was stimulated by the spicy smell and swallowed her saliva. Her pair of eyes stared intently at the thing that was boiling in the casserole, she said softly, "Sister Yan, it actually smells very fragrant. I can't help but want to eat it!"
