Who Should Be Blamed?

The only people who disliked snail noodles were those who never tasted it before.

If one couldn't bring oneself to take the first bite, one wouldn't like it.

As long as one took a bite, one would definitely like it.

Therefore, Little Huzi and Huang Yong, who had been very disdainful just now, quickly finished their bowls.

In the end, they even drank all the snail soup in their bowls.

"Sister Ran, this thing is really delicious! It stinks, but it's very delicious!" Little Huzi said after wiping his mouth with a handkerchief.

"It's delicious, right?! I wouldn't lie to you guys!" Li Xiaoran said with a smile. Then, she picked up another piece of rice noodles with her chopsticks and ate it.

"Sister Ran, in the future, Huang Yong and I will go catch snails every day. We don't want money anymore. Cook us a bowl of these noodles every few days!" Little Huzi thought of something and said.