Upon hearing this, Wenyan immediately peeled two segments and stuffed them into her mouth.
But the sourness made her frown instantly, and she swallowed the orange segments right away.
"Mom," Wenyan lowered her voice, "is this what you call sweet? Are our tastes really that different?"
Su Yang remained unfazed, her eyes even brimming with a thick layer of amusement.
"My son gave it, my daughter fed it to me, how could it not be sweet?"
My son gave it?
Wenyan immediately leaned forward to look towards the center C-position area.
Sure enough, right in front of Shen Jinghe there was a small round table.
"Well, alright, it can indeed be very sweet, but the essence is still sour."
Wenyan continued in a voice only the two of them could hear.
"It feels like Jinghe is getting more and more humane. Just now, he even brought us pastries."
