When Shirley took the dish, she slightly furrowed her brows.
It was indeed somewhat hard to accept.
She had wandered the world, tasting delicious foods from all places.
But looking inside the pen holder, this chicken tail...
"Are you sure?"
Shirley passed the pen holder over, "You try a bite first, let me see."
This was a habit.
Outside, the first bite was never for herself.
If it weren't for this caution, she would have found it difficult to live to this day.
"Ah..."
Bamboo Whitaker took the pen holder, her throat moved.
Disgusting.
But if she didn't eat, she could already see Shirley's sword, passing through her own throat...
Gurgle.
Bamboo swallowed her saliva and put the chicken tail in her mouth.
Delicious!
Spicy and slightly sour.
The sourness of lemon.
A recipe she had remembered subconsciously turned out to have a very unique flavor.
Second bite.
Bamboo quickly chewed, then swallowed.
Third bite...
"Stop!"
