Yu Chen: "..."
Men's hearts are as unfathomable as the ocean's depths.
After picking up the chopsticks, Yu Siqiao took a bite and couldn't help but frown with disgust, "Is she trying to poison me?"
Yu Chen lightly coughed and said, "It doesn't look like Princess Mo made this."
There were shrimp, ribs, and green vegetables.
Princess Mo was extremely critical of food, not just in terms of taste, but also presentation, color, and aroma—all her requirements were very high.
Therefore, if she had made it, regardless of the taste, the appearance alone would be as exquisite as a work of art.
Now, although the bento's appearance wasn't particularly ugly, it was definitely not beautiful.
Yu Siqiao sneered, "Aren't you expecting too much from her? With those hands of hers, even playing the piano is a chore, and you expect her to cook?"
After another bite, Yu Siqiao really didn't want to subject himself to this any longer and decisively said, "Throw it out."
