Mrs. Fu's Baking Can't Be Bad, Can It?

Despite the various worries in the live stream, Fu Chengzhou still took a bite. Then, without showing any disgust, he chewed a few times and swallowed.

"Hey!" Li Xingwan was getting anxious just watching. "You really shouldn't eat that, spit it out quickly."

If he ended up getting sick from this, how would she handle it?

Fu Chengzhou didn't seem to mind at all. He even looked at her, "How could Mrs. Fu's cooking be unpalatable?"

Li Xingwan: "!!!"

A blush flashed quickly across her face. Was this man too good at pampering his wife or what?

It had turned out like that, and he still said it was delicious.

"I... I'll grill a few more skewers for you," she said, quickly turning around. Then, she added, "This time, I'll try to do a better job."

"Pfft!" Nobody in the live stream believed her words.

"Li Xingwan's 'trying to do a better job' probably means burning them to a crisp, right?"

"Is it edible?"