There was nothing else.
He was calm.
Ye Muyu was ready for a good show, but this was it?
"Heng, do you think it's delicious?"
"It's delicious," Chu Heng's eyes hid a hint of a smile, but his face was expressionless.
"Are you sure?"
"Mother, can I eat now?" Chu Jin said pitifully.
"Sure, but the taste is a little special. If you don't like it, you can't spit it out. You have to swallow it." Ye Muyu did not like wasting food, so she made her request in advance.
"There's nothing in this world that I don't like to eat. Mother, you're underestimating me." Chu Jin shook his head nonchalantly.
As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up a piece of preserved egg and put it into his mouth.
In the next moment, his small face instantly scrunched up into a ball. Tears welled up in his eyes. He wanted to spit it out but did not dare to. When he saw his mother looking at him, he hurriedly swallowed it without chewing.
