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Ji Mingyan, who came later, put down the porridge he was holding in his hand and served the porridge into everyone’s bowl with great enthusiasm.

He even served it to Wu Wei’an, who he hated the most right now and wanted to poison to death, with the attitude of ‘a great man with high-status forgiving the fault of the low-status person’.

Ji Mingyan has always been very passionate about cooking and letting people enjoy his cooking skills.

Ji Yunxi and his several older brothers tried to intervene many times since they were still young, but it was of no use at all.

Ji Yunxi and the others have already given up, so they can only bear it.

Ji Mingyan said: “Try it quickly. This is the Hundred Vegetable Porridge I’ve been thinking about these days. It’s blended with a variety of vegetables and supplemented with a lot of medicinal herbs. It tastes good and is also very nourishing to the body.”

Second Wu, who was sitting on the side: “…”

He looked at the so-called Hundred Vegetable Porridge in front of him.

The porridge is green, extremely bright green. It’s so green that it makes people get goosebumps when they look at it.

Is this really nourishing for the body? Won’t he just directly died the next instant after he ate it?

Also, all those dishes on the table, what are they actually??

Why is the soup blue?

Why is the meat purple?

Why is the fish soup so bright red?

That, that lump like, like, like… What is it??

Even though Ji Mingshuang was prepared in his heart, he still finds it difficult to accept when he really sees it.

Ji Mingyan has liked bright colors since he was a child. How to make the colors of the dishes look bright and how to make the shapes look unique has always been Ji Mingyan’s pursuit.

That’s why he likes to make poison.

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But when Ji Mingshuang saw Second Wu’s expression on the opposite side, he suddenly became strangely peaceful.

He closed his eyes and scooped a mouthful of porridge into his mouth.

When Ji Mingyan saw him closing his eyes and tasting carefully, he held his chin and blinked before asking: “How is it? It tastes good, right?”

Ji Mingshuang: “…Not bad.”

Ji Mingshuang didn’t go against his own conscience when he said this.

Ji Mingyan’s craftsmanship is really good. The cooked dishes also taste very good.

It’s just that, the color is strange and the shape is weird.

Ji Mingyan was happy and turned to entertain Ji Yunxi.

He gave Ji Yunxi a piece of purple meat: “Third Sister, try this one.”

Only then did Ji Yunxi stretch her hand out and pick up the chopsticks.

She subconsciously turned her head to look at Wu Wei’an who was on the other side.

Wu Wei’an was staring at her. His face looked affectionate, but there was a little bit of schadenfreude in his eyes.

Ji Yunxi suddenly smiled at him and took the meat out of her bowl: “An Lang, try it. My Sixth Brother is very good at cooking.”

Wu Wei’an said shyly: “Thank you, Yun Niang.”

Then he stuffed the meat into his mouth.

Unexpectedly, it’s a very good wild boar’s meat which was mixed with unknown discolored medicinal materials in it. With a little plant sweetness, it indeed has a unique taste.

Ji Yunxi glanced at her Sixth Brother who wanted an evaluation but didn’t want to open his mouth to ask questions, and helped him to ask: “How is it?”

Wu Wei’an pinched his chopsticks: “It’s delicious. Sixth Brother’s cooking skill is really good.”

So next, Ji Yunxi kept serving Wu Wei’an food.

Blue soup and meat that is shaped like an object in a toilet, and the likes.