"Oh my, I have always wondered why your cooking never contains any meat or fish."
Li Yan held a bowl of cornmeal paste with chunks of yam floating on top.
Lady Dan made an "ah" sound and scooped up a spoonful to taste it herself. After swallowing, she asked, "Doesn't it taste good?"
"That's not it," Li Yan scratched his head. "It's just that, when people come from so far away, serving them this cornmeal porridge with flatbread isn't quite fitting. Haven't you noticed they hardly touched their chopsticks?"
Lady Dan covered the pot, rested her elbows on the table, and looked at Li Yan with a smile that was not quite a smile, "You weren't so picky at first."
Li Yan placed his bowl down as if it were hot to the touch. "I, I, I didn't mean it like that. It's just that we have a visitor at home."
"This person, was he sent by your own kind to pass a message?"
Lady Dan suddenly asked this.
