Responsible.
Han Che would be responsible for the rest of Song Yao's life.
This sentence kept resounding in Song Yao's mind.
She knew what it meant, but when Han Che said it in this way, Song Yao still didn't know what to do.
Finally, she smiled.
She picked up something and put them into Han Che's mouth.
"Hurry up and eat your food. Can't any food cover your mouth?"
Han Che was still chewing as before.
But after two bites, he found something wrong. He felt sick and began to vomit.
"Yao, what's this? It's so uncomfortable!"
"What else can it be? Of course, it's ginger, the cosplay in the vegetable world!"
"Hahaha..." In addition to Song Yao, Liang Yi also knew that Han Che hated ginger the most.
As long as anyone dared to let him eat ginger, he would get angry with anyone.
In the previous dinner, because someone had added a few pieces of ginger to the dish, Han Che got angry with it and even abandoned the project.