At the dining table, it was as if time had stopped; everyone's movements froze all of a sudden.
Hua instantly wanted to throw down her chopsticks and flip the table in anger.
Everyone had worked so hard to prepare this meal, and Ding Ning had even gathered up all the salt in the whole territory just for him.
And now he says it's not salty enough?
Just how much salt would it take to be "enough"?!
At this point she couldn't hold it in any longer, glaring fiercely at Jiang Che—Jiang Che, have you eaten that much salt in your life?
She resented Jiang Che for being too honest right now; if only he could tell a white lie or two, just to comfort everyone a bit.
Blood Slaughter also put down his chopsticks, feeling that Jiang Che was being a bit thoughtless.
Ding Ning took a deep breath but let out a heavy sigh in her heart.
Jiang Che could sense that something was off. Even though no one spoke, their expressions made it clear.
