"Try it and see how it tastes." Jing Xin looked at him expectantly.
"Not bad." Tang Jing looked at her and answered him seriously.
Jing Xin looked at him and shrugged her shoulders, thinking that she had added about half a packet of salt when cooking the noodles, but she couldn't even taste it, so she diagnosed it as a taste failure.
"Uncle, why don't you jump yet? Tell me what comes to mind and can't think about it. Let me think about whether I need to jump or not. Then we can form a group." Jing Xin looked at the uncle with blurred eyes, her feet unsteady.
"My sister-in-law feels cold..." "Ugh, wait, don't leave, let me vomit first before talking."