Erhu poked at the overcooked egg with his fork and candidly expressed his preference, "Sister Sisi, I like those eggs with a runny yolk, where the egg yolk is still soft!"
Qian Sisi gave a dry chuckle and promised, "I just didn't know, okay! Next time I'll definitely make you eggs with runny yolks!"
Erhu nodded reluctantly, his inquiring gaze turned towards Bai Cheng'an, who had already elegantly picked up his knife and fork, cut a piece of the egg, and put it in his mouth. He chewed like a food critic, without making a sound, no trace of emotion on his face, then set down his knife and fork and bit into a bacon sandwich; similarly expressionless, followed by the vegetable salad...
In the midst of Qian Sisi's eager anticipation, the man said indifferently, "The vegetable salad is not bad, it retains the original flavor of the vegetables!"
And offered no other comment.
Qian Sisi was dumbfounded.
