With that, she enthusiastically wielded a big iron ladle.
A genuine big iron ladle.
The kind that could scoop half a pot of soup, a full ladle coming her way.
Chu River: ...
Unable to refuse such hospitality, she reluctantly reached out, pinched a bean, and tasted it under the watchful eyes of everyone, trying to explain:
"I'm really not..."
"Try it, try it!" The ladle was pushed even closer.
Chu River: ...
Under everyone's gaze, she popped the bean into her mouth.
But actually—she tasted nothing.
The bean flavor was quite strong though.
Chu River looked at the hopeful eyes of the other, and could only forcefully say, "Isn't the flavor a bit bland?"
The other had swiftly grabbed the salt jar from the stove, quickly scooping a large amount: "How much should I add?!"
Chu River: ... Really, it's not that serious.
Now stuck in a tough situation, how was she supposed to know how much to add? Did it depend on her mood?
She could only tell the truth once more:
