"You're not eating anymore? Or maybe you should take it to go? It's such a waste, you barely took a bite out of some dishes..."
Lin Qiaoxia hesitated for a moment before persuading.
Mu Jinyu, picking his teeth with a toothpick, responded casually, "No more for me. That braised pork is a bit too greasy; I lost my appetite after a few bites. The steamed fish is tough, not fresh, and the pepper steak is too strong for my taste..."
Pointing out flaws in the dishes like a connoisseur, Mu Jinyu said, "If you want, you can try them yourself, they really taste terrible."
Having said that, he secretly swallowed his saliva.
In fact, those dishes weren't as problematic as he had described; he only said that to coax Lin Qiaoxia into trying them.
Like that braised pork, which Mu Jinyu really wanted to have a few more bites of.
