Tian Sangsang looked down and raised an eyebrow: "Egg custard?"
Zhao Chun nodded enthusiastically. Egg custard—easy to make, easy to eat, simply too good to be true.
"Try it." He eagerly pushed a bowl toward her and handed her a spoon.
Tian Sangsang had a hint of anticipation. After all, the egg custard looked pretty decent. A bowl of pale yellow custard topped with fragrant oil and chopped green onions, blending the rich aroma of steamed eggs, oil, and scallions—it was utterly enticing.
She scooped up a small spoonful, hmm, it looked tender and smooth. Happily, she placed it in her mouth, chewed on it...
Zhao Chun seemed a bit nervous and blinked: "How is it, how is it?"
Tian Sangsang calmly and indifferently finished chewing the small bite, swallowed slowly, then put down the spoon and uttered, "My life is over." She had every reason to believe that if future meals were all left to Zhao Chun, her child wouldn't even make it into this world; it would just miscarry directly.
