Qin Yin turned her head slightly, "I can't eat."
"What's wrong?" Jian Yanyan asked.
Qin Yin shook her head, "It's nothing."
"Could you help me taste it then? I've been eating all night. The dishes were fine at first, but the more I eat, the less I can taste. I'm too full, I feel like vomiting when I see anything, and I can't tell good from bad."
Qin Yin glanced at her stomach and chuckled. She put her clothes aside and sat at the table. She had not eaten dinner anyway since the food at the Qin family had been upset.
So she tasted each dish and shared her thoughts one by one. To her surprise, Jian Yanyan actually took notes of everything. It was the first time she saw her so serious.
After taking notes of Qin Yin's thoughts on and taste of all the dishes, and combining it with her own impressions, they discussed and came up with a new menu.
Jian Yanyan happily kissed the menu and said, "This will do. I'm counting on you for tomorrow."
