"Gulp~"
"Gulp~"
"..."
Liu Suyu and her companions faced the pot of lychee pork, its vibrant color and tantalizing aroma seemingly dancing on their tongues, causing their throats to involuntarily make the sound of longing, performing a "swallowing exercise."
Although each individual gulp was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, together they formed an undeniable soft sound, like light rain tapping on a window sill, or a stream murmuring along.
So now.
It's awkward!
Liu Suyu and her companions couldn't help but blush with a hint of shy red.
Huang Jun listened to their swallowing sounds and looked at their expressions, feeling satisfied inside, while also unable to suppress a chuckle.
After all.
This collective gulping was the highest praise for his culinary skills, and the greatest affirmation for his meticulously prepared lychee pork.
