"So? Do you like how it tastes?"
Mi Xiaotao looked at Lu Shaoqing with hopeful eyes. "My mom says my cooking's pretty good! Whenever I cook, she always finishes everything!"
Lu Shaoqing looked at her, nodded, and said, "It's not bad. I think I can handle it."
The water spinach was just a bit too salty, but he still felt it was tolerable.
"Really? Then try the other two dishes!"
Mi Xiaotao pushed the other two dishes toward him. He pressed his lips together, picked up his chopsticks, and tasted them—the tomato and scrambled eggs were way too sweet, and the sweet and sour fish was way too sour.
In fact, none of the three dishes suited his taste, but he didn't want to hurt her feelings. Since her mom had already said her cooking was pretty good, how could he be the one to tear that down?
"Brother Lu, what do you think?"
Mi Xiaotao asked again with a squinty smile. Lu Shaoqing nodded and replied, "Mm, it's okay."
