George finished one piece, his taste buds awakened.
But outwardly, he remained calm and picked up another piece: "I couldn't taste anything, let me try again."
Gradually, most of the sushi that Qiao Yi had spent the entire afternoon making ended up in George's stomach.
Qiao Yi looked at him, distressed: "What's going on with you? You finished the whole plate and still can't tell if it's good or bad? How does it taste!"
George burped and patted his stomach: "So full. Not bad, Yunxi should like it."
Qiao Yi's mouth curled happily, and she turned to run: "Then I'll go make more!"
The little girl ran off with the plate in her arms.
Her joyful appearance was like that of a little rabbit hopping freely on the prairie.
George frowned and called after her: "Slow down a bit! Yunxi isn't coming back tonight at all, you don't have to make more. Wait until he comes back, then you can make it for him, it's not too late!"
