Taking several gulps of clear water, he finally managed to suppress the feeling of discomfort.
Frowning, he looked at Luo Xiaoqian in confusion, "Did I really think this stuff… tastes good?"
"Don't you like it?" Luo Xiaoqian observed Luo Ke's expression, "How about letting them get you a new one?"
"No need!" Luo Ke wiped the water stain from the corner of his mouth, "It's not early, I should be going."
With his nose still uncomfortable, he utterly lost his appetite, and after this breakfast experience, he grew to dislike Chinese food even more.
Outside the kitchen, Leng Zimo lifted the corners of his lips in silence.
Is the food he makes something anyone can eat?
Daring to make a move on his woman was absolutely unforgivable.
In Luo Ke's breakfast, he had deliberately added some special ingredients—a bit of wasabi powder and a bit of pepper.
