Fan Tianyu glanced over, "What's with 'wait a bit'? I'm gonna go wash it and cut it up right now, let's give it a try."
An apple split among a few people, everyone only gets one piece to taste—it's not like we're gonna stuff ourselves or something. After Tianyu finished talking, he grabbed an apple from the bag, ran into the kitchen, rubbed it down, chopped it up, and brought it out. He was so quick that Mei Yinan doubted he washed it properly. "Did you wash it?"
Fan Tianyu heard her and was a bit confused. "Yeah, I washed it. Look, it's still got water on it, doesn't it?"
"Washing an apple that fast, you think it's really clean?"
Fan Tianyu didn't care. "Eh, a bit of dirt never killed anyone. Eating an apple doesn't need to be so fancy."
The apple was all cut up, and divided by headcount. Everybody grabbed a slice and popped it into their mouth, and—heck—this flavor instantly wowed everyone's taste buds.
Fan Tianyu was excited. "Oh my god, this apple's insanely good!"
