I Can See The Success Rate

Chapter 21 – I'll just take a small bite

One second!

Two seconds!

Three seconds!

After a dozen seconds...

Under Bai Wu's intense gaze, Mu Yi'er's flawless, delicate face gradually turned red.

"If you want to eat, eat it yourself. I'm not hungry. This is specially made for you. I don't want to eat it at all, and I don't think it smells good either!"

Bai Wu suddenly mimicked Mu Yi'er's earlier refusal in a strange voice.

Mu Yi'er froze, her face turning bright red in the blink of an eye.

"Not hungry means not hungry! Not eating means not eating! I won't drink a single sip of this soup!" Bai Wu imitated Mu Yi'er's voice again.

"I have principles! I don't eat after seven in the evening!" Bai Wu repeated once more.

Mu Yi'er's face was now completely flushed.

Her delicate fist clenched.

She looked up.

Gritting her teeth.

She looked as if she wanted to tear Bai Wu apart right then and there.

"Ahem, continue, continue... I didn't see anything, didn't see anything!" Bai Wu coughed twice and retracted his head.

The bathroom door closed.

In the room.

"Huff~ Huff~ Huff~"@@@@

Mu Yi'er blushed, breathing in small puffs.

She looked at the chicken soup and chicken in her hand.

"Gurgle gurgle gurgle~~~"

Mu Yi'er swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"I have principles, I won't eat, I won't eat..."

Mu Yi'er self-hypnotized, looking as if she was heroically sacrificing herself, reluctantly putting the bowl back on the table.

Then.

She quickly slipped into the bed, wrapping her head inside.

The room quieted down, with the faint sound of showering and "gurgle gurgle" noises coming from the bathroom next door.

Happiness!

Satisfaction!

A few seconds later, Mu Yi'er slowly opened her eyes.

She glanced at the remaining half of the Black Chicken in the ceramic pot.

"Mm~ Eating just a little isn't enough to determine if mom's cooking has improved..."

Mu Yi'er comforted herself, tearing off two large pieces of Black Chicken meat from the pot.

One piece after another, she devoured them.

"Mm~ Just eating chicken isn't enough either, this way I can't determine if mom's cooking has improved, I need to eat some chicken wings and feet..."

Mu Yi'er muttered, stuffing a chicken wing into her mouth.

...

...

When she was finally satisfied, all that was left in the ceramic pot was the skeleton of the half Black Chicken.

"Burp~"

Mu Yi'er patted her little belly, stretched contentedly, and let out a satisfied burp, just about to crawl back into bed.

At this moment, Bai Wu's voice suddenly rang out: "Full?"

"Mm!"

"Was it delicious?"

"Delicious!"

"Was the soup fresh?"

"Mm!"

Mu Yi'er lazily responded a few times, then suddenly froze.

Wait!

Wait!

She hurriedly turned her head to look.

Then.

She saw Bai Wu leaning against the door, looking at her with a strange expression.

"You!!!!!!!"

Mu Yi'er's eyes widened, looking guilty as if caught stealing, she pointed at Bai Wu and asked, "You, when did you..."

"When you were gnawing on the chicken wing, I was already standing here..." Bai Wu smiled.

Mu Yi'er: "..."