When the contents of the plate were fully revealed in front of everyone, Su Wanxia frowned in surprised doubt as she looked at him.
Is this what he wanted?
He likes to eat this?
How come she didn't know?
And... when did his taste become so strong?
Shanshan, the little girl, wrinkled her nose as she looked at Mu Yingchen beside her.
"Daddy? Isn't this a duck egg? Why does it smell so bad?"
Mu Yingchen sighed inwardly, then smiled gently at her, "It's meant to be eaten this way... the smellier it is, the tastier it gets."
Actually, he couldn't accept the smell either, but to please the old master, he would endure it.
"Really? But the smell is so bad I can't even eat my food," Shanshan said, staring at the plate of cut-up duck eggs, still wrinkling her nose.
Mu Yingchen gave a long "Hmm" and said, "You can pretend it doesn't exist; that way it won't affect your meal..."