Chu Qi, who was helping Ji'er pick out the bones from her fish, suddenly froze. He lifted his eyes to glance at Long Xuan, suddenly feeling that this husband and wife talked too much and made too much noise.
"Did you drink last night, Lil Qi?" Ji'er asked curiously.
"Yes," Chu Qi replied. He placed the deboned fish onto the plate in front of her. "Eat up."
Ji'er took a bite and asked curiously, "Does it taste nice?"
"Not at all." Chu Qi was worried she would be interested to try alcohol when he saw a flash of curiosity in her eyes. He added, "It's very bitter and tastes bad."
Ji'er took a look at Long Xuan and the others, who were drinking happily, and said with slight surprise, "If it tastes that bad, why are they drinking so happily? Besides, my father likes drinking too."
"Their palettes are different from normal people," Chu Qi replied.
"Oh, does that mean they can't tell if something tastes bitter?" Ji'er pressed.
"Yes."
