Nan Sichen indeed inched his nose closer to sniff, while Qin Yin blinked her big eyes, looking at him expectantly and asked: "Is it fragrant? Is it?"
Nan Sichen replied, "Can't tell by just smelling, need to have a taste."
So he reached out, elegantly and calmly picked a piece of meat from the plate with his fingers, put it in his mouth, then nodded, "Not bad."
Qin Yin had never seen someone perform such an act so regally and gracefully. It was an action typically associated with a gluttonous cat, clearly stealthy indulgence, but he turned the act of sneaking food into an elegant affair.
Truly nothing is more infuriating than comparing oneself to others.
Qin Yin placed the food on the dining table and then slipped back into the kitchen, while Nan Sichen still stood by the dining table.
Qin Yin suddenly popped her head out of the kitchen and warned, "No sneaking bites."
