There was something wrong with her soup—that Lu Xinyi was sure. The taste wasn't evenly well-incorporated. There was something missing that she couldn't point out.
Shen Yi could only watch and couldn't help but notice that his wife was struggling. For the past hour, Lu Xinyi silently cooked her corn soup and seared foie gras, leaving Shen Yi alone at the corner, waiting for her to ask anything.
"What's wrong?" he asked when she grumbled to herself about the seasoning. "Do you need me to get something for you?"
"No need. I just need to figure this out…" Lu Xinyi placed her hands to the countertop and closed her eyes.
Her mind went back on deconstructing the flavor and ingredients used in He Haotian's corn soup, trying to remember the layers of flavors, as it touched her tongue. Was her tongue deceiving her? Or He Haotian's claim was false after all?
