"What's wrong?" Qing Yi looked a bit puzzled.
"Didn't you put salt in?"
He thought Qing Yi was upset with him for causing too much fuss earlier and deliberately didn't add salt, but his own bowl was tasteless too.
"I did put salt."
"You did?"
"Yes, could it be that you forgot to add it to your bowl?" Qing Yi seriously recalled and was certain he had indeed added salt.
He initially thought the drunkard was trying to stir up trouble again, but seeing he didn't look like he was joking, Qing Yi felt a bit puzzled.
Could he have really forgotten to add it? Or added too little?
Qing Yi took a spoonful of the drunkard's broth and tasted it, then pouted, looking resigned: "Stop messing around, it's getting late, let's finish eating and rest early."
"..."
The drunkard was stunned.
He took another sip of the broth, but still felt it lacked flavor.
He looked at Qing Yi beside him. Seeing that Qing Yi didn't seem to be playing tricks on him, the drunkard felt increasingly perplexed.
