Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 569 No Sense of Taste
Back in the room, Bing Ci had already fallen asleep, Han Wu quietly sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Bing Ci.

The corners of his mouth would unknowingly rise when he was engrossed, and he was stunned when he realized all this.

The strange emotion in his heart became more and more intense, and even he himself was not sure what it was.

"Captain, you're back." Bingci rubbed his sleepy eyes, his speech was blurred, but he could still hear him clearly.

Immediately, all the distracting thoughts in my mind were thrown out of the sky, and Han Wu got in as soon as he lifted the quilt.

It's not been a day or two for the two of them to sleep in the same bed. Just because Han Wu sleeps relatively honestly, Bing Ci has no defenses. In addition, sleeping with a certain god can often fall asleep, so she didn't resist anymore.

In the early morning of the next day, when Bingci got up early and went downstairs, her aunt handed over toast and lime juice, and emphasized that it was the lime juice specially made by Mrs. Han.

"How does Master Qiu feel? Miss used to like to develop delicious food for everyone to comment on when she was at home," the aunt said with a smile as she recalled.

Bingci hesitated for a moment and then commented: "I'm not a professional, I'm afraid I can't give my aunt a reference for my evaluation, but the juice is very sweet and delicious."

"As long as it tastes good, it's good to drink it. Master Qiu, you wake up so early, go back to sleep for a while, and go downstairs with the master for a while. Auntie understands your profession." Auntie said this because she saw the dark circles under Bingci's eyes Distressed.

Bingci was driven back upstairs by her like this, and it was impossible to return to the cage, so she had to read a book on the balcony.

Mrs. Han and Grandpa Qi came back from shopping, and the aunt happily told her about Bingci's evaluation of drinking lime juice.

"Master Qiu said it was very sweet and delicious."

"Sweet?" Mrs. Han poured herself a glass in doubt.

Not sweet!
She poured another glass for her aunt, and asked with a serious expression, "Is it sweet?"

The aunt shook her head, "Miss, why is your juice salty?"

"Also, how can Master Qiu be sweet?"

Mrs. Han explained: "This is a new special drink I prepared for this winter - salty lime juice." As for why Bing Ci is sweet, she couldn't figure it out for a while.

When Madam Han was cooking, the more she thought about it, the more something went wrong. In order to test a certain guess, she made a small cup of soup for each of them.

The only thing is that no condiments were put in the ice cup.

At the dining table, Mrs. Han smiled and asked Bingci: "Yangyang, is your soup sweet or salty?"

"My design concept this year is to create a sense of mystery and surprise for everyone, so today's soup is mixed with a cup of sweet soup, but there is no difference in hue."

Bingci snapped her fingers, just caught a glimpse of Han Wu frowning from the corner of her eye, she said without hesitation: "Salty."

There was a "boom" in Mrs. Han's mind, and her expression became very stiff.

Han Wu didn't notice her expression, "I'm here for the sweet one, do you think I'm lucky or unlucky?" Fortunately, I got the only cup of sweet soup, but unfortunately, I don't like sweet soup.

Bingci knew to take the initiative to exchange with him, but it was too late for Mrs. Han to stop it.

Han Wu had already drank it, and after finishing drinking, he frowned and met Mrs. Shang Han's eyes.

Mrs. Han shook her head lightly, telling him to keep quiet.

"Mom, the soup is salty."

"Really? There's still a cup in the kitchen, I'll bring it to you."

"Let me go with you, you tell me where it is, and I will take it myself."

"Little brother, really, don't say anything salty, do you know that this is a cover for gourmets?"

Bing Ci calmly explained: "I don't pick anything, as long as it tastes good."

After Bing Ci finished speaking, Han Wu's heart seemed to sink into the bottom of the sea.

He followed Madam Han to the kitchen.

"Mom, you're testing him."

"Wu'er, Yangyang may...maybe not...have no sense of taste."

(End of this chapter)