Mo Qingchen stared at her lips intently as they closed down on the fork and waited for her reaction. Her taste buds were assaulted with the strangest flavor. The bitterness almost caused her eyes to clench shut before she pulled them wide open.
"What the hell was that?" she hissed as she grabbed her glass.
"Paddlefish caviar with steak tartar." He reached over with his fork and scooped up some for himself. "Do you like it?"
She frowned. "I suppose I don't dislike it." Her nose scrunched up tightly. "I thought you wanted to treat me to good food. Are you taking revenge for something?" she asked, taking another sip of her water.
So bitter.
"Not everything can be as sweet as your drink of choice, Qian Meng," he said knowingly.
