Upon learning the truth, Feng Jiuqing’s mouth gaped open, and her body seemed to split apart.
In the next moment, a wave of nausea surged in her stomach, causing her to throw the bag at Jian Tong and rush off to vomit.
Observing Feng Jiuqing’s disheveled figure, Jiang Li approached with a gloating expression on her face.
Jian Tong blinked her eyes, looking at the skewer in her hand that had only been bitten once. With a determined gaze, she turned her attention to Chu Jiuning.
“Junior Sister, I don’t eat snake skin.”
Chu Jiuning took the skewer from his hand and took a crisp bite.
“Second Brother, you actually believed it was snake skin. It’s actually made of flour.”
“It’s just that half of it is made from the powdered skin we shed from snakes,” Jiang Li added.
Chu Jiuning nodded in undeniable agreement, while Jian Tong twitched the corner of her mouth. “Isn’t that still snake skin?”