"The flavor is really nice, Qianqian's culinary skills have become more exquisite," Chen Qiurong had just praised Sang Qian when she saw Su Miaotong vomit again, her brows furrowing, "It's lightly flavored and I added some vinegar for seasoning, which tastes great. Why are you still vomiting?"
"It's too sour." Su Miaotong's features were all scrunched up from the sourness.
Sang Qian, witnessing Su Miaotong's reaction, instantly understood that her previous claim of liking sour food was a lie.
She pretended to look apologetic and said, "I saw you said you wanted something sour, so I added a bit more vinegar to your portion. I thought you would like it, isn't it tasty?"
Shen Qingjun thought Sang Qian had put a lot of vinegar in the dish to tease Su Miaotong, so she also took a chopstick-full to try. The taste was indeed quite sour, but not to the extent that it was unpalatable as Su Miaotong had made it out to be.
