Even though Mom and Dad are often not at home,
we have several aunts in our family.
Even the aunt responsible for cooking was personally selected by Dad.
So from childhood to now, I've tasted almost every kind of delicacy.
This rock-hard bread in front of me really doesn't whet my appetite.
Seeing me sitting still, Jiang Cheng frowned a bit.
"Not eating?"
"Picky?"
I looked up, eyes wide, intending to use a trick my uncle taught me.
But before I could even deploy it, Jiang Cheng already saw through my intention.
He squatted down, chuckling lightly at me, and pulled out a small experimental knife from somewhere, playing with it in his hand.
"Pretending to be pitiful? That trick doesn't work on me."
"Do you know how your mom cured my picky eating habit?"
"First, she starved me for a few meals, and then made me eat snakes and insects. Since then, I can swallow anything, even trash."
"It's just as well summer is coming, there are lots of bugs behind my house. Want to try?"
