Wendy nodded: "I haven't had Quire's Yellow Croaker in soup yet, and the day after tomorrow is Valentine's Day. We've agreed to go to the family mansion then, so we can't eat it that day. How about tomorrow? Shall we go to Quire and give it a try?"
"Sure." Adrian Zhekova gladly agreed.
"However, can you really taste the difference just by trying it?" Adrian Zhekova could only taste the subtle differences.
But he couldn't figure out exactly what was missing or what Michael Greene had added.
"Actually..." Cindy Clarke said with an embarrassed smile, "I didn't tell you about this, not because I wanted to hide it from you, but because I really didn't think of it."
"What?" Adrian Zhekova was curious.
"I have absolute taste," said Cindy Clarke. "It's just that this is so natural for me, something I was born with. So, unless you ask me specifically, I don't think of it."
