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"Three cries? What's that?"
Qiao Chutian asked, puzzled.
"This 'three cries,' it's the name of a famous dish in China. Haven't you ever heard of it?"
Mai Xiaomai deliberately drew out her words.
"I've had the full Manchu-Han Imperial Feast, but I've never had the 'three cries'."
"Alright, first eat a piece of eggplant, and I'll tell you slowly. This dish is quite interesting."
Mai Xiaomai forcibly stuffed the eggplant into his mouth.
Qiao Chutian had no choice but to swallow, and it seemed to taste not bad, full of the fragrance of eggplant and fish.
"Eat a few more bites before I tell you."
Mai Xiaomai picked up another chopstickful.
This time Qiao Chutian consciously opened his mouth, enjoying the gentle service of food being brought to his lips, which was also quite satisfying.
Even if the dish was poisoned, he would eat it on purpose.
As the saying goes, since ancient times, heroes have found it hard to surpass the beauty's barrier!
