The Long-awaited Mr Han

She always likes to eat, but this time she has no appetite.

Lu Man felt that it was probably because he had eaten a lot of small cakes in Jixia College before, so he was not hungry.

Fortunately, fish doesn't support people, so she ate this piece.

Who knows, as soon as he enters his mouth, the fish flesh has a very strong smell.

Lu Man is not a squirrel mandarin fish that has never eaten Sheng Yue, and it has always been delicious.

There is no smell at all.

Among the restaurants she had eaten, Sheng Yue really did one of the best.

But this time the smell is so big.

Looking at what other people eat, there is no reaction at all.

Seeing her complexion, Han Zhuo asked, "Why? Not tasty?"

Lu Man whispered: "This time it's too fishy."

I was embarrassed to speak directly in front of Yanbei City, so I lowered my voice.

Who knew Han Zhuoli directly asked Yanbei City, "You changed the cook?"

Yanbei City was stunned by his question, "No, what's wrong?"

"Squirrel mandarin fish is too fishy." Han Zhuoli said.

"Isn't it?" Yanbeicheng hadn't eaten yet, just when the fish turned to him, he took a piece of it.

I tasted it carefully for a long time, "No, the same taste as before. You taste it."

Yan Zhuocheng turned around, Han Zhuoli also tasted a piece.

Emmmm ...

Sure enough, it's not fishy.

But why is Lu Man wrong?

So Han Zhuoli said very straightforwardly: "It seems that my family's long sense of taste is more sensitive."

Everyone: "..."

Lu Man was embarrassed, and all the blushers looked up embarrassedly.

I originally whispered to Han Zhuoli that I was afraid that others would think she was too much.

Now everyone does not feel fishy, ​​but she feels fishy, ​​and suddenly she seems to be too much.

Lu Man poked Han Zhuoli quietly under the table.

Really, why do you say it out loud?

Song Yu thought of something and asked Lu Man, "Did you eat this before, didn't you feel fishy?"

"Yeah, I liked it before." Lu Man said.

Song Yu had eaten just now, and it feels no different from the usual taste.

Seeing Lu Man's dish also contains fried crabs, Song Yu said, "Then don't eat crabs first. What else do you like to eat?"

"Well ... I like to eat spicy food, hot pot is my favorite." Lu Man replied truthfully.

It happened that they were a little bit bloody this time, and Song Yu turned Maoxuewang to Lu Man. "Do you like to eat this?"

"Well." Lu Man didn't quite understand Song Yu's meaning.

Song Yu said with a smile: "Do you try it, do you like to eat it?"

Lu Man is still strange, she occasionally eats this, and occasionally orders it when she comes to Shengyue, but she really likes it.

Lu Man stretched his chopsticks and grabbed a piece of beef louver.

This is what she usually likes to eat hot pot. Like duck blood, it is a must-order dish for hot pot.

Unexpectedly, Lu Man frowned.

Song Yu asked, "Why? Is it fishy?"

"Well, the beef smell is a bit heavy." Lu Man felt strange to himself. "No, it's spicy, and it should have covered the smell. And I used to eat it, and I never felt lousy . "

Lu Man does not believe in evil, and does not need Song Yu to say that he has caught another piece of her favorite duck blood.

As soon as the tip of her tongue touched a little, she almost spit it out.

Song Yu hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, don't try it. I think you should go to Chutian Hospital first to check."