"Delicious? What's delicious?"
In the past month or two, Pei Jing felt that he'd eaten a lot of tasty food, more than he had ever eaten before.
Pei Shanshan also didn't know what it was; she was just passing on what Jiang Ran had said.
Facing Pei Jing's inquiry, Pei Shanshan glanced at Jiang Ran and could only say, "Once it's made, Little Jing will know! If I tell you in advance, it won't be mysterious anymore."
"What's mysterious? Is it like a wheat stalk?"
"...It's different."
"Then what's it like?"
Pei Jing's eyes were wide open, filled with confusion and puzzlement.
In response to Pei Jing's curious look, Pei Shanshan didn't know what to say, so she tried to widen her own eyes as well.
If she couldn't out-talk him, at least she couldn't lose in an eye-opening contest.
However, Pei Shanshan soon lost.
Forcing her eyes wide open for a while, they began to feel sore, and tears welled up.
