A mouthful of noodles went into his mouth, mixed with the soup.
Jiang Che's expression froze instantly. He stared down at the noodles in disbelief. It was clearly a clear, bright broth, so why did it taste so salty?
"How is it, does it taste good?" Ding Ning looked at Jiang Che expectantly. Seeing him stop moving, she couldn't help but ask worriedly.
"It's my first time cooking human food. If it doesn't taste good, you have to tell me." Ding Ning rested her chin in her hands, watching Jiang Che eat with obedient anticipation.
"Have you tried it?" Jiang Che gestured at the bowl in his hand.
"I had a bite, but I can't taste anything." Ding Ning shook her head. "I read the recipe. It said to add just a little bit of salt, but those salt grains looked so tiny, like little pebbles." Ding Ning looked at the bag of salt in her hand, troubled.
She couldn't taste anything. The recipe said a small amount, and the video only showed half a spoonful of salt.
