Wu Tong nodded with a smile on her face: "Yes, Miss Jiurao must have never eaten the palace special dish, right?"

It's really not eaten often.

But I haven't eaten it before.

Jiu Rao looked around for a while, as if puzzled: "Why do you ladies' faces look so pale?"

The ladies swallowed and remained silent.

Wu Dan didn't say anything, his eyes fell into the white cup in front of Jiu Rao. A deep color flashed through his eyes, but he just curled his eyes, casually picked up a green vegetable, and ate it gracefully.

"Miss Jiurao won't give her face, right?" Wu Tong saw that she had not moved for a long time, so she couldn't help but reach out and handed her a pair of chopsticks, "Please taste it."

Jiurao glanced at the chopsticks in her hand and said lightly: "You need to use a spoon to drink soup."

Wu Tong was stunned, then put down the chopsticks slowly, changed to a spoon and handed them to him.

A snow-white porcelain spoon is the most suitable for drinking soup.

It is used to drink snake soup, and it is more suitable.

The white spoon came to Jiurao's hands. She lowered her head and sniffed the taste of the soup, squinted her eyes and smiled slightly: "It's very fragrant, the skills of the imperial chefs are really good."

When the young ladies heard this, they couldn't help swallowing again, and felt their scalp numb.

At this time, everyone had no intention of making things difficult for her, because they only saw the soup in front of her, and they felt... all the internal organs were surging, clamoring to vomit.

They even suspected that Jiu Rao's expression of enjoyment was simply pretending.

Wu Dan was calm, but he couldn't help but want to look aside from the corner of his eyes.

As everyone was looking forward to it, Jiurao picked up a white porcelain spoon and scooped the fresh and rich soup. Under the eyes of everyone, she gracefully put it into her mouth...

The young ladies' faces became paler and their expressions were indescribable.

"It's delicious." Jiu Rao narrowed her eyes, her stunning and unconventional little face was full of satisfaction, "Do you want to try it?"

After the words came, the ladies all shook their heads together.

Wu Tong's face turned pale, "It's so delicious?"

"Of course, can my taste still deceive me?" Jiu Rao nodded, "Why don't you try it too?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Tong took three steps back.

Jiurao sneered, coward.

He lowered his head and continued to drink soup. His movements were elegant and noble, with an innate calmness that made others stare.

I don’t know if I was impressed by her demeanor or was scared by this special soup.

No one spoke around the seat for a long time.

Jiurao drank half a cup of soup without hesitation, and fully revealed the ingredients in the soup.

A few pieces of chicken, accompanied by all-knowing snake meat... it made people's scalp explode.

Many girls don’t even dare to watch it, let alone eat it.

Jiurao put down the spoon, picked up a pair of clean chopsticks, and said lightly: "Drink soup and taste fresh, the taste of this meat is also very good."

What?

The girl present thought she had heard it wrong and looked at Jiurao with a dull expression.

Is it not okay to drink soup, do I really have to eat meat?

Could she have not recognized the one in the soup that was cut into pieces, which was snake meat?

"Miss Jiurao." Mo You, who was sitting opposite, frowned and spoke in a heavy tone, "Do you know what meat is in that soup?"
Chapter completed!