the little furball's eyes immediately widened.
what?
why was he still not done with his flattery? was he really going to eat it?
she quickly turned to look at uncle fu.
fu linchen's expression did not change at all. he calmly picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful, put it in his mouth, and chewed it lightly.
mu weiwei looked at him nervously and excitedly. she asked,"how is it? does it taste good?"
this was her first time cooking, and if fu linchen dared to say that it was not delicious, she ... she could not do anything to him.
fortunately, fu linchen's reaction did not disappoint her.
he raised his eyebrows slightly and said, " not bad. "
in fact, fu linchen was not lying. the taste of mu weiwei's fried rice was indeed much better than he had imagined.
although it looked terrible, the taste was still okay. if you didn't eat the burnt part, it was just a little salty.