"Yin Zhu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I originally intended to cook you a meal, but who would have expected it to turn out like poison, and you even ate so much of it. I..."
Ye Yinzhu took back his chopsticks and bowl from Haiyang's hands with a smile, and casually continued eating, while saying, "I actually think it tastes alright, this is your first time making it after all, it's bound to get better. Moreover, as long as you guys made it, even if it really was poison, I would still eat it."
At this moment, he felt quite good. He only just realized that losing one's sense of taste might not necessarily be a bad thing. Despite not being able to taste the delicious food made by Sura, anything that came into his mouth, no matter how bad, made no difference.
