"Wow! What is this new delicious food?"
Before Shen Qian could speak, Zhou Tianhao, who had rushed over upon hearing the commotion, already had a look of anticipation on his face.
He carefully took the large pot full of deep brown soup from Qin Lang's hand, and then magically conjured up a small spoon, scooping up a spoonful and preparing to put it in his mouth.
"Wait a moment, brother Zhou!"
Qin Lang finally reacted and hurriedly stopped him.
"Huh?" Zhou Tianhao's hand paused mid-action, a puzzled look on his face, "What's wrong? Can't eat it?"
"It's not that it can't be eaten..." Qin Lang looked a bit strange.
"Then it's fine." Without further ado, Zhou Tianhao plunged the soup into his mouth.
The very next moment, his facial features scrunched up tightly, instantly putting on a mask of pain.
"It's just that the taste is a bit strong." Qin Lang leisurely added the latter part of his statement.
