Forty minutes later, two dishes and a soup were ready. Xiangyi brought the dishes to the dining room and served her a bowl of rice.
"Eat."
She was really hungry, especially when she saw the table full of delicious-looking dishes.
She picked up her chopsticks and couldn't wait to taste the shredded pork!
"Mmm..." She chewed slowly, thoroughly savouring the flavour of the food.
It was so delicious.
Suddenly, Shi Nuannua stopped eating and spit out the mouthful she ate earlier.
"What's wrong?" Xiangyi looked on with worry.
Her furrowed brows seemed to be expressing some sort of discomfort, as if she was enduring something. Xiangyi's first thought was that the food tasted terrible.
However, it was not the first or second time he had cooked. Although it was not as professional as a chef's, it should not taste so terrible. Or was it not suitable to her taste?
