After reaching the kitchen, the person brought him in front of a cupboard and then presented an exquisite dish covered with an equally fine lid.
"Young Master, are you going to eat it now?" the person asked Mu Yingchen, somewhat uncertain.
Mu Yingchen frowned. He wasn't planning on eating it right that moment; he just wanted to sample it and get used to the taste.
But really, what was the difference?
He hesitated before reluctantly nodding his head.
Upon his affirmation, the person immediately lifted the cover on the dish.
Without lifting the cover, it was fine, but once opened, a pungent and unpleasant smell assaulted his face, sneaking into his respiratory tract through his nose.
Mu Yingchen nearly passed out from the fumes, struggling to suppress the urge to turn and leave, his eyebrows knitting even more tightly.
Can this thing really be edible?
This was much more difficult than eating that what's-it-called spicy hotpot!
