With such a thought in mind, Gui Hu took the initiative and asked Xin Lin to cook for him.
However, as an ancient corpse, Gui Hu had never tasted Candied Hawthorn.
He only saw Silly Chu clamoring to eat it, and recalling how happy Silly Chu was while eating it, he figured the taste must be good.
After hesitating, Gui Hu swallowed the red fruit.
As he bit into it, first came a sweet flavor, followed by... Gui Hu's handsome face suddenly crinkled up.
What is this thing!
So sour!
Gui Hu's entire face twisted together.
How could that Silly Chu eat this so happily?
Gui Hu covered his mouth, his first instinct was to spit it out.
But after chewing a few more times, his brows slightly relaxed.
The sweet maltose mixed with the sourness of hawthorn created a unique flavor. Gui Hu ate another one, chewed a few more bites, and found that the taste was quite good.
He quickly finished a skewer, then another.
But as he kept eating, Gui Hu felt a bit... hungry.
