He asked indifferently, "Why aren't you eating?"
"..." Jing Yiren was silent for two seconds, thinking about how to answer him.
She then looked up, smiled at him, stood up, and took the chicken head from the pot of chicken soup with chopsticks and placed it in Lu Ming's bowl.
Politely, she said, "Uncle, you eat too."
"..." Lu Ming indifferently moved the chicken head to a side plate and explained,
"The chicken isn't meant to be eaten, it's mainly for the soup. The nutrients have been cooked into the broth, and the chicken itself has lost all its flavor."
Jing Yiren countered, "Then why keep the chicken in it?" He was clearly just making excuses not to eat.
"The chicken's stomach is full of herbs, of course it needs to be in there."
"..." Jing Yiren pursed her lips.
Whatever you say is right, this is your house, and what you say goes.
Jing Yiren thought to herself and put down her chopsticks.
"I'm full." There's no way she was going to eat the fish head.
