Lin Wanwan reached out and pulled over the medical kit, taking out a ceramic jar filled with chocolates, originally a snack for her and little Qingyu, but stuffed into the medical kit in one breath to save Lin Juhua.
"Here, this is called chocolate. I made it myself. Try it," Lin Wanwan said unabashedly.
No way around it, with modern items, what else could she say except that she made them?
Xiao Chong looked at the small brown spheres Lin Wanwan handed him. They looked like medicinal pills, so he had no doubts. After all, Lin Wanwan studied medicine; it wasn't surprising if she also practiced alchemy.
Once in his mouth, the chocolate ball started to melt immediately, silky and smooth, rich and fragrant, bitter with a touch of sweetness, and uplifting.
"Hmm, this chocolate pill has a unique flavor. Cousin really has a talent for culinary arts," Xiao Chong praised.
When it came to food, the two of them always found an easy topic to discuss.
