...
That night.
A few guards chosen by Su Tang sat in the courtyard together with a beaming Gu Qingyu.
Their hearts were speechless, that particularly speechless kind.
With wooden expressions, they bit into the grilled fish on the stone table and complained inwardly with resignation, "This is seriously too disgusting; which household's cook can make food this bitter?"
But the fish wasn't even grilled to a crisp!
The guards exchanged glances and had come to understand something—this woman must have burst the fish's gallbladder when she was gutting it, right?
But even if she had, it shouldn't have made the whole fish this bitter, should it?
They seriously suspected that this woman had rubbed the broken gallbladder all over the fish, which was what made it so unbearably bitter.
"Miss Gu, the fish you grilled tastes really good."
Especially since the fish was so inedible, yet they had to praise its flavor against their conscience, it was truly a suffering they couldn't voice.
