Zhu Yu pulled a long face. "Miss, I can't handle sour flavors."
"Is it that sour? Why did I not taste it? In fact, it's not sour enough for me." Lu Liangwei was genuinely puzzled.
She kept hearing them talk about how sour waxberries were during this time, but she had eaten so many, and she still did not find them sour.
Zhu Yu accidentally took a bite, and the next instant, her face scrunched up as she said with tears in her eyes, "Ugh, it's so sour! Miss, I feel like my teeth are going to fall out from all the sourness."
Lu Liangwei burst out laughing at the sight of her miserable face and finally decided to stop teasing her. "All right, all right. If you can't stand it, just spit it out."
Greatly relieved, Zhu Yu immediately dashed off.
