Surprisingly, the seemingly innocent Little Witch had cooked noodles so black and dirty-looking that Wang Dadong even felt nauseous, especially with the two wrinkled pieces of greasy meat emitting a scent that made him want to vomit.
"How about it, brother-in-law, are my noodles better than my sister's?" Little Witch clutched Wang Dadong's arm, shaking it excitedly.
"Yours look much worse than your sister's!" Wang Dadong furrowed his brows, and finally gave a very candid opinion.
Upon hearing this, Little Witch instantly pouted, "Brother-in-law, maybe it just looks bad, it might taste good, why don't you just give it a try?"
Just looking at it made me feel sick, and yet she wants me to eat it!
Wang Dadong swallowed hard and said, "Miss Shishi, please spare me, I really can't bring myself to eat these noodles."
"You must eat it!" Little Witch threatened, baring her teeth.
Wang Dadong's face immediately turned sour as a bitter gourd.