At the mention of this, Tang Guixi's expression became very complicated.
"Sister, do you like stew?"
Yu Niaoniao said, "I quite like it."
Tang Guixi asked again, "If I let you have stew for every meal 365 days a year, would you still like it?"
Yu Niaoniao imagined that feeling and involuntarily shivered.
"I won't like it!"
Tang Guixi said, "Those bandits only know how to make stew. No matter what ingredients are in their hands, they will eventually turn into a pot of stew."
In the past, she had eaten big pots of stew with her father in the military camp. It was fine if she was used to it.
However, she had eaten so many types of food with Yu Niaoniao in the past three years that she had long become picky.
As the saying went, it was easy to go from simple to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal.
Now that she was asked to eat those messy stew, it was very difficult for her to accept it.
