"After all the effort I put in, aren't you going to taste any?" She sniffed, "Although the appearance is a disaster, it doesn't mean the taste is as bad, right? Durian smells awful but tastes great."
Daniel Cooper, "..."
It's not that he doesn't want to humor her, but he hopes she'll take this as a lesson and give up on cooking altogether.
Seeing that he still refused to take a bite, Amelia picked up a piece herself. Other people's noodles were counted by strands, but hers had turned into a sticky lump, and could only be counted as pieces.
As soon as she chewed it a couple of times, her expression became indescribable, and she silently spat the food into a tissue held near her lips.
Daniel held back a laugh and asked her, "How was it?"
Amelia, "..."
She picked up the plate without saying a word and dumped everything into the garbage.
At this point, she finally completely believed that her talent in cooking was zero, no, negative.
