He just wanted to ask, who cooks like this, using such crazy amounts of seasoning?
Looking at it, it was only about two bowls of rice, right? And yet so much seasoning was used. Was he trying to kill them?
"Don't say anything."
Qian Yizheng also felt uneasy, watching his brother, Nuonuo, keep adding seasoning to the fried rice. He wanted to speak up, but couldn't.
Faced with Nuonuo's enthusiasm, while adding seasoning and praising how delicious the fried rice was, especially at this moment when his brother was wearing the hopeful face of a little sister he always wanted, how could he say no?
"The little brother is still young, and it's already good that he can do this."
He lowered his voice, whispering in his little brother's ear.
At worst, after eating the fried rice made by Nuonuo, they could just drink a few more glasses of water. It was no big deal; they were all cultivators, how could they not handle it?
"Yeah, big brother is right."
