"You're not trying to serve us dead rat meat, are you?" An Hao asked, frowning.
"What are you talking about, that's disgusting. Would I ever let you eat dead rat meat?"
"Then what is it? Don't beat around the bush, just tell me already." An Hao's curiosity had been fully piqued by An Ping.
"Eat first, talk later! Have some more, especially since you've worked so hard on the battlefield." An Ping said, shoveling the meat into Qin Jian's bowl as he spoke.
An Shuchao just smiled without saying a word.
Looking at the smiles on her father and An Ping's faces, An Hao always felt as if a huge conspiracy was hidden behind them.
"Relax. I believe An Ping wouldn't harm you." After saying that, Qin Jian picked up two chopsticks full of food and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly.
"How is it?" An Hao asked.
"It feels... a bit strange."