C1386 Loach Stir-fried Chrysanthemum

As he spoke, Ye Qing took out a pair of chopsticks and picked up a small piece from a big plate of chrysanthemums. He opened his mouth and put it in.

In the next second, Ye Qing's face turned black. The taste of chrysanthemums was too light. There was not even salt in it. It could be as light as a bird.

Ye Qing spread out his hands and was speechless in his heart