Hearing Jiang Xun's words, the children obediently went to the vegetable salad that Qiao Ni and Qiuwei had made.
Xingle saw that the children were about to eat, but she did not panic at all.
How could vegetable salad be delicious for children?
Eating it didn't mean that it tasted good.
Unexpectedly, after the children took a bite, their faces lit up.
"It's sour and sweet!"
"It's delicious. It's like eating fruits."
"Is there cream in there?"
"You were right to put the mayonnaise," Qiuwei said happily to Qiao Ni.
Although it didn't take much effort to mix the vegetable salad, they couldn't help but be happy that their dish was liked.
"This sweet cream-like sauce is mayonnaise," Qiao Ni explained to the children.
"Mayonnaise!" The children repeated it as if they had learned a new piece of knowledge.
The children's mouths were stuffed full, and there was still sauce on their lips.
