The food isn't anything special, but that's probably due to the limited supplies aboard the ship.
Han Yu has made some rice noodles with boiled eggs and broccoli, seasoned with some salt and soy sauce.
He watches Xi Zirui eat avidly, ignoring the bowl in front of him.
"I could have used the food replicator, but it's always best for humans to eat fresh food," he says, resting his chin on his open palms.
Xi Zirui points at the bowl in front of Han Yu with his chopsticks. "Do Androids need to eat too?"
Han Yu shakes his head, but picks up his own chopsticks resting horizontally over the rim of his bowl. "No, but we can taste the food, and eliminate it without issue."
That makes sense, as utterly useless as it is. Xi Zirui guesses that humans tried their best to make Androids as humanlike as possible.
Now that he's noticing, Han Yu also blinks frequently, and his chest rises and falls in the rhythm of breathing.
