As for chicken legs, Miao Yajing could barely stomach them.
But the wormwood was a definite no-go.
Just like people who dislike cilantro, Miao Yajing always felt there was an unpleasant and strange flavor in wormwood.
It was hard to swallow.
Miao Yajing frowned slightly, "Mom, I really can't stand the wormwood, the smell is too unpleasant."
As soon as she said this, Miao Yajing pushed her bowl toward Zhou Mei, "You have it instead."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Mei grew unhappy again. She felt that Miao Yajing was doing it on purpose, deliberately opposing her mother.
How could children be like this nowadays?
"What's so bad about the taste of wormwood? I think you're just picky. Otherwise, why are you so thin?" Zhou Mei glanced at Miao Yajing, "Can't you learn from your brother? He eats anything and everything, it's just you who's always picky, not willing to eat this, not willing to eat that, and yet you don't gain an ounce more than anyone else!"
