"Pah," Zhang Yiyi spat out the bite of hazelnut before she could even taste it, "What kind of hazelnut is this? It has a musty, rotten taste, it must be moldy."
Zhang Yiyi has that straightforward and honest look about her, not one to partake in deceit. Plus, she genuinely didn't expect the good-looking hazelnuts, once bitten into, to taste so awful. She spat several times with an animated expression and coherent actions, which seemed utterly genuine.
The face of the specialty store owner had turned ashen.
"Bad?" Xiao Xian widened her eyes, pretending to be confused as she looked at the hazelnuts in her hand before popping one into her mouth. Before she could swallow it, her little face scrunched up like a sour plum.
