One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire’s Sweet Love

He pointed to an item on the menu and questioned, “What is this silkworm chrysalis?”

As though regarding an imbecile, Yun Shishi lifted her head and flashed him a judgmental look, which was teeming with disdain. “What else can it be? It’s the pupa within the cocoon formed by a silkworm.”

Of course, I know what a silkworm chrysalis is!

The problem is: Can this thing be eaten?

“That’s a worm!” The man lost his cool. “Can it be eaten at all?”

“It tastes pretty good.”

“What is this cicada dish, then?” Mu Yazhe’s obsessive-compulsive disorder was acting up. He felt as though a swarm of black bugs was flying in front of him, but before he could look, a wave of queasiness overcame him.

“This shop’s cicadas taste heavenly! A former colleague of mine brought me here and introduced this brand-new world of eating cicadas to me. I found them disgusting initially, too, but I quickly changed my mind at my first taste of them.”

“…”

The world felt too mysterious to him.

He had no idea that insects could be eaten at all.

“Plus, cicadas are rich in medicinal properties. They pose no harm to us and are, in fact, very beneficial to our bodies. The thing about barbeque, though, is that we eat it for the taste. There’s no need to consider whether the food is nutritious or not. Since I’m not eating grilled meat skewers, then the cicadas are a must-order dish!”

Once she was done filling in the order sheet, she handed it over to this roadside stall’s owner.

Very soon, various skewered dishes were served up to them.

The moment the man saw the first dish, he immediately covered his mouth in disgust.

How hardcore this woman’s taste in food is!

Fancy her eating pig brains.

The grilled pig brains, garnished with spring onions, soy sauce, and garlic puree, smelled especially fragrant with the constantly bubbling oil on the surface.

However, the thought of eating the dish itself was already enough to daunt him.

These are brains!

The woman was rendered speechless. “Hey, what’s with that expression? Need you to react so exaggeratedly? You look like you’re about to puke!”

“I find them repugnant.”

“Take a bite and you’ll be surprised to find that there’s such a delicacy in this world!” She encouraged him.

He, however, clenched his teeth tightly in response, refusing to give the dish a second look.

Just looking at it was enough to kill his appetite and make him feel sick. If he had to give the brains a try, there was a sure chance of him vomiting his guts out.

Perhaps, it was due to the westernized education he had received from a young age, but it led him to be fussy with food and have a picky taste. He was considered fine now, but when he was younger, he dared not to take a bite of fish if it was served up in whole on the dining table.

Westerners tended to find meat dishes served with heads particularly repulsive, and this was more apparent when it came to them eating fish. They found it especially frightening to have the fish’s dead eyes staring up at them.

However, since returning from abroad, he had gradually learned to embrace the food culture of his fellow countrymen. It was just that, even now, he could only look from afar and dared not to eat exotic dishes, like brains, feet, and worms.

Unfortunately for him, the woman was bent on having him try the delicacy as she incessantly urged him to take a bite. “Don’t think of it as brains. Just tell yourself that you’re eating a piece of tofu.”

“I’m not eating these.”

His attitude was firm and unwavering.

She pouted at that. “Oh, please. Can you just man up? Even I dare to eat it; why don’t you have the guts? What’s the big deal about eating brains? You even eat snails!”

Those remarks successfully provoked him.

Squishing his brows together, he took a long look at her before shutting his eyes determinedly and allowing her to feed him a spoonful of mashed pig brains.

Inwardly, he constantly brainwashed himself into thinking, It’s just tofu… It’s just tofu…

The man endured his discomfort and swallowed the food straight down without savoring it.

“How is it?”

“Nothing much.”

“Did you just swallow it straight down?”

Disgruntled, she went on to say, “You should slowly savor the taste. You can’t taste anything when you just swallow it down. Come have another bite!”