"Can this flower be eaten?" Suddenly, a voice interrupted Song Ming's feeling. It turned out to be Wu Hai scuttling over from the side.
"The eaves of the crow's Gate are good." Song Ming politely greeted.
"You're welcome. Can I eat it?" Wu Hai asked again.
"Some can, some can 't." Song Ming said.
Although Wu Hai was quite free when eating, he was still quite normal when communicating with others. After all, this was Yuan Zhou's dessert party and he still gave Yuan Zhou a lot of face.
"Yes." Wu Hai stroked his small mustaches and nodded his head seriously. Then, he conveniently plucked a flower and stuffed it into his mouth.
This time, without waiting for Song Ming to open his mouth, Wu Hai started to spit it out. He had no choice but to admit that it was a real flower.
The real orchid had a bitter taste. Luckily, Wu Hai ate everything but didn't suffer.
"This is a real flower ..." Song Ming said.
