Auntie Xu brought out breakfast.
Shi Qian realized that the fish soup in front of Fu Sinian was different from theirs. There were no green onions or anything else on it. It was white.
Would it taste good like this?
Auntie Xu saw Shi Qian's confusion and replied with a smile, "Young Madam, Young Master Fu doesn't like to eat ingredients like onions, ginger, and garlic, so his meals are all separately cooked."
Auntie Xu also wanted Shi Qian to know more about Fu Sinian's preferences.
"I see." Shi Qian nodded.
"Does he not eat anything else other than onions, ginger, and garlic? There are many things he doesn't like to eat." The old master immediately exposed him.
"Grandpa, there are so many kinds of food in the world. Not every one of them is delicious. I also have many things I don't like to eat, such as pepper." Shi Qian wanted to ease the atmosphere.
Fu Sinian glanced at her.
