บท 441: Apathy (2)

Ling Ping'an finally had appetite.

He gobbled down the delicious crab.

The pine-leaf crab from Fusang was indeed delicious.

The main thing was that it was fresh and sweet, and there was no peculiar tastel.

"This deep-sea, pollution-free food is delicious!" He exclaimed as he was eating.

He had known about it a long time ago.

The peculiar taste on his tongue was actually due to the contamination of the ingredients during their growth and the processing process.

But what could he do?

Could he cut off his tongue?

"I don't have the fate of a noble young master, but I have the illness of a noble young master..." He sighed softly. "If this goes on, sooner or later, I will need to take medicine!"

Fortunately, he was a gentleman.

A gentleman would restrain himself, so that he could control his desires.

Therefore, he stuffed a roasted crab leg into his mouth and ate it.