The moment the cilantro entered his mouth, Weitu swore that once he returned, he would definitely banish anyone who ate cilantro to the desert.
The taste was like a huge, stinkbug exploding with branches and leaves in his mouth, making Weitu feel a complete rejection from the inside out.
"Oh! Seth! How can there be food with this kind of taste in the world! I feel like I'm about to die!"
"Cilantro isn't fragrant at all, I think it stinks!"
Even though he had already spit out the cilantro from his mouth, that peculiar smell was still rampaging through his mouth, making him wish he could cut his own tongue off with scissors right then and there.
He gulped down a large sip of tea, and the bitterness of the tea leaves mixed with the aldehyde fragrance of the cilantro made Weitu spray it right out.
"Oh my god, don't you think this tastes like food from hell?"
Watching others eat cilantro carelessly, even deliberately wrapping it with fish and stuffing it into their mouths.
