A bit sour!
It tasted like old pickled noodle soup—sour, but not like lemon juice that makes your teeth go numb.
On the sour scale, it was just average!
*Xiao Ye was dumbfounded as his brain analyzed all this in an instant, and his two rows of pearly whites instinctively bit down twice.*
By the time he came to his senses, he suddenly pulled the foot out of his mouth and spat on the floor.
"Shit!"
"Fucking hell!"
Xiao Ye's face went dark as he grabbed a half-drunk bottle of water from nearby, not even sure whose it was, twisted off the cap, took a big gulp, and rinsed his mouth out.
After rinsing, he looked up and saw Ziran's embarrassed little face.
Ziran was a bit unconvinced and said, "My feet don't even stink, they're super clean. There's not a single speck of bacteria. Even if you took a bite, you really don't have to act like that, right?"
Xiao Ye twitched at the corner of his mouth, "Your feet aren't stinky, but they're sour as hell!"
