So, the two of them began to frantically try to rescue the meatballs in the pot.
These few meatballs ended up being the only thing burnt among all the dishes tonight.
Xiangsheng, noticing the odd color, became curious again. His small hand gripping the chopsticks, he clumsily picked up a burnt meatball and popped it into his mouth.
"It's actually pretty good!" he exclaimed.
Su Zhiruan: "..."
Looking at this dish, they were reminded of what they had been doing just earlier.
Suppressing a cough, Wen Qingyu took on a fatherly demeanor, moved the meatballs aside, and picked up a custard bun for Xiangsheng, "Try the piggy custard bun that Daddy made, see if it tastes good."
At the sight of the plump little piggy, Xiangsheng's attention was indeed diverted instantly; he examined it from left to right. Having taken a bite and discovered the sweet, fragrant inside, he quickly forgot about the burnt meatballs that he had just praised for tasting good.
