Salty!
Bitter!
Shen Liliuo desperately used her hands to rinse her mouth with clean water, but even so, that strange taste lingered in her mouth, refusing to dissipate.
That marvelous taste made her feel even worse than being tortured.
This was no delicacy, it was like a poison that could tear through one's intestines...
She thought that if this thing were used to interrogate criminals who refused to confess, stuffing their mouths with it would make them spill everything, even the details of sneaking peeks at the women's restroom while wearing open-crotch pants.
"Can't even eat your own cooking, truly a masterpiece!"
Ye Feng gave Shen Liliuo, whose pretty face was flushed red, a thumbs-up and praised her.
"Hmph, this just shows that I, your lady, am too delicate and precious by nature to have the fate of cooking."
Shen Liliuo's face grew a bit hotter from Ye Feng's mockery, but her stubbornness wouldn't allow her to admit defeat, and she retorted defiantly.