Clay pot rice has to be cooked in a sand pot, hence it cannot be simply picked up and eaten, but needs to be sat down and savored slowly.

Lin Yifan and his group, a table of six, ordered just one clay pot rice, which was indeed quite eye-catching.

Even the owner was full of surprise, observing Lin Yifan and his five companions' attire which did not suggest they couldn't afford six servings. He couldn't understand why they would share just one bowl of clay pot rice.

However, since the guests wished to do so, he had no right to interfere.

"The fragrant seafood clay pot rice is ready!" the boss announced as he set down the clay pot.

He then lifted the blazing hot lid, poured a delicious sauce over it, and politely said, "Please enjoy!"

Having said that, he turned and left.

Room temperature sauce poured over the blistering seafood rice sizzled, constantly wafting a rich fragrance.

In an instant, Lin Yifan and his friends' salivary glands secreted saliva incessantly, quickly filling their mouths until they had to swallow it down to prevent an embarrassing overflow.

"Jiajia! Give me a bite, I'm so hungry!" Lin Yifan couldn't help but call out.

"What's the rush, it's so hot, let's wait for it to cool down!" Zhou Jiajia responded.

"Jiajia, clay pot rice should be eaten hot; it won't taste good once it cools, hurry up and start eating," Lin Yifan urged.

"Look at you, drooling and impatient," Zhou Jiajia teased, then readily responded, "Alright, considering how you've been caring for us all this way, I'll feed you a bite!"

After speaking, Zhou Jiajia scooped up a spoonful of flavored rice, delicately blew it cool, and brought it to Lin Yifan's lips, gently saying, "Open your mouth."

"Ah!"

Lin Yifan obediently opened his mouth, much like a baby.

Watching this scene, An Qi and the others couldn't help but laugh, finding Lin Yifan's simplicity endearing.

Zhou Jiajia also laughed, then fed the rice into Lin Yifan's mouth.

Lin Yifan ate the spoonful of flavored rice, then continuously chewed in his mouth.

"Mmm!! Delicious, very delicious, extremely delicious! Jiajia's saliva has such a sweet taste," Lin Yifan praised the clay pot rice and conveniently complimented Zhou Jiajia's saliva as well.

The moment when Zhou Jiajia blew on his hot rice moved him; such caring, besides his mother back in the days, no one else did this. Thus, such a woman deserved praise.

"You flatterer!" Zhou Jiajia playfully scolded, her face quickly turning red. Yet her heart bloomed joyously.

Hearing such praise, An Qi and the others felt jealous. Besides, they were also very curious about what their saliva tasted like to Lin Yifan; thus, they started spoon-feeding him one after another.

Suddenly receiving special treatment from all the beauties, Lin Yifan felt a tad overwhelmed. Afterwards, with a nervous heart, he ate each spoonful.

"How is it? Does it taste good?" An Qi and the others leaned in, eager to know.

Actually, they were not really asking about the taste of the rice, but about the taste of their saliva.

Lin Yifan, understanding their intention, uniformly replied, "Delicious, all very tasty, all very sweet."

"Not happy, you're just brushing us off!" An Qi and the others went on strike, visibly angry.

Watching this scene, Lin Yifan was a bit dumbfounded, thinking to himself, "Did I say something wrong?"

However, he didn't need to think about it; he had said something wrong, as An Qi and her friends' unhappiness was the best response.

Immediately afterward, he hurriedly explained, "I wasn't brushing you off! Your saliva is really that sweet."

"Every woman's saliva tastes different, and your uniform answer is just brushing us off," An Qi and the others responded.

Sitting beside them, Zhou Jiajia laughed. Lin Yifan was indeed tormented enough by the four women; however, it was his own doing, and she had no sympathy for him.

"Who says every woman's saliva tastes different! Name them, and I promise I won't kill him!" Lin Yifan asked fiercely, with great authority.

But the next moment, he became timid.

"We said it, dare you kill us!" An Qi and the others challenged.

Lin Yifan shrank back, instantly losing his earlier fighting spirit. After thinking for a bit, he still thought it was better to apologize and compliment them again. So he said, "Qiqi, Qingqing, Fangfang, I'm sorry, I was wrong; give me another chance, and I promise I'll be able to taste your flavors."

Seeing Lin Yifan sincerely admitting his error, An Qi and the others decided to let him off this time, giving him a chance to reform, by feeding him another round of rice.

Lin Yifan chewed continuously, tasting three spoonfuls of rice. Actually, he felt that the three spoonfuls of rice and the one Zhou Jiajia fed him all tasted the same, very delicious. However, since he had previously dug his own grave by complimenting Zhou Jiajia, he had no choice but to rack his brains to come up with different adjectives to describe the taste of these three spoonfuls of rice.

"Hmm!!! Qiqi, this mouthful of rice is fragrantly delicious, melting right as it enters the mouth, just like ripe cherries, mature and charming, irresistible," he exclaimed.

"Stop it!" An Qi blushed, feeling incredibly happy in her heart.

"Hmm!!! Qingqing, this mouthful of rice is refreshing and tasty, light and sweet, just like beautiful nature itself, youthful and vibrant, refreshing to the spirit," he praised.

"Yifan! I am the mint by your side," Su Qingqing also blushed, her heart fluttering with joy.

"Hmm!!! Fangfang, this mouthful of rice is overflowing with fragrance, endlessly delicious, just like blooming flowers, aromatic and beautiful, captivating and heartwarming," he described.

"Is it really that fragrant?" Fangfang asked sweetly.

"It is just that fragrant!" Lin Yifan affirmed confidently.

"Wow!!! Amazing! I'm truly impressed beyond words!" Zhou Jiajia clapped continuously, praising him, yet feeling somewhat sour inside.

Lin Yifan's praise for her was only a few short words, while he had long sentences for An Qi and the others, which made her feel very unbalanced.

"Jiajia is too kind, I was just telling it as it is," Lin Yifan modestly replied.

"Then were you telling it as it is when you were talking about me just now?" Zhou Jiajia asked.

Her tone was aggressive, and her glare was sharp, as if declaring something.

Feeling this murderous aura, Lin Yifan knew that his "big wife" was jealous again; so he answered, "It seems I only said half, how about you feed me another spoonful?"

"Fine! I'll feed you another spoon, but if you can't answer, then I'm going to get angry!" Zhou Jiajia threatened, sentence by sentence, unwilling to let Lin Yifan off.

Afterward, she scooped up another spoonful of steaming rice, blew away the steam, and delivered it to Lin Yifan's mouth for him to taste.

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