Shen Yu listened, smiling faintly, and pressed a few buttons on the intercom phone on the table. He then said, "I didn't know what you like, so I had them prepare it to my taste. I hope you'll like it."
"I'm sure I will," Shen Li replied with a smile. She added, "Actually, I'm really easy to please, not picky at all."
That was indeed true; she had a good appetite and could eat almost anything, except for very bizarre things. This may have been related to her childhood living environment; with such a stepmother, if she had been picky, she really would have starved to death.
"I should have found you earlier," Shen Yu's originally gentle face suddenly darkened, his eyes reflecting sadness and self-blame as he looked at Shen Li. "A girl your age, if loved and cared for by her family, should be more willful, not well-behaved and easy to feed."
