The three gazed at each other in despair before finally picking up their chopsticks and forcing themselves to eat.
An Xiaxia blinked and looked at them expectantly. "How is it? Is it good? It took me such a long time to make!"
Looking at the sparkling light in her eyes, the three forced the food down their throats with much difficulty.
"It's… good…" Qi Yanxi said reluctantly.
"Hm… not bad…" Sheng Yize kept his poise and praised An Xiaxia against his will.
"I'm not choosing between 'good' and 'bad,' I'd rather die than eat this." An Yibei put a hand to his forehead and looked almost in pain. "Let's order some takeout. And, Xiaxia, promise me never to cook ever again!"
An Xiaxia wasn't happy about the comment. "Is it that bad? I thought it looked fine…" She put something into her mouth and the next second, she rushed into the bathroom and spat it out.
Holy crap. Could someone please tell her how could it taste so terrible?!
