Lily Smith was full after dinner, but at this moment, she was tempted by the various aromas from the class, and upon hearing Hadley Morrison say this, she unceremoniously took the thermos, opened it, and scooped a spoonful of soup to drink.
"Pfft—"
As soon as it entered her mouth, Lily Smith spat it out, quickly wiping her mouth with a tissue, her cute face scrunching up.
"Hadley, is this the cooking skill of your family's chef?"
Seeing Lily Smith's face contort into a bitter expression, Hadley Morrison couldn't help but burst into laughter: "How is it? Tasty, right? I've been forced to drink it for a month! It smells good, but damn, it tastes bitter! It's really quite bizarre."
Lily Smith, while wiping her mouth with a tissue, looked at Hadley Morrison sympathetically. Her taste buds were numb, not knowing what exactly was put in there; it was so bitter that she felt her sense of taste was almost gone.
And to think that Hadley Morrison had been drinking this stuff for a month…
