Ada's face was full of shame. The chef was also among the first batch of people to be evacuated. After all, when disaster strikes, having something to fill your stomach is good enough; who would care about taste? So she sent the chef away. She made this soup herself.
If only I had kept a chef!
Yan Sijue raised an eyebrow, took a sip, and said, "I think it's not bad. Perhaps you haven't eaten anything for too long, and that's why it tastes bitter to you?"
Mu Yiliang said blankly, "Probably…"
She had no choice but to give up on the soup and eat the toast, thinking gloomily as she ate, the toast tasted just fine, it wasn't her mouth that was bitter, it was clearly the soup that was awful...
Could it be that he is still angry and is giving her bad food as a punishment?
Mu Yiliang became more and more upset the more she thought about it, so much so that when Yan Sijue handed her hot water after she finished the toast, she didn't want to appreciate it.
