Just after saying that, Yu Zexiao frowned in distaste, his voice sweet and muffled, "What a dolt! The most famous thing here is their durian dessert, and you don't even eat it."
Jian Anning responded, "But durian smells awful."
Yu Zexiao pursed his lips, wrinkled his nose, and with a look of disdain said, "Who says so? Durian smells wonderful! There's nothing tastier than durian!"
"..." Jian Anning was at a loss for words. Alright, the things he disliked, like coriander and celery, smelled bad to others no matter how much they liked them. And the things he liked, such as durian, were fragrant even if they were smelly!
The dishes were quickly served.
The restaurant thoughtfully provided some bread before the meal and served steak next. Yu Zexiao then began to comment, "I really don't know what's wrong with you, eating your steak medium-rare. You can see blood in it! What if there are parasites? They can't all be killed!"
