Every dish declared the word "healthy," yet equally spelled "tasteless."
Twenty dishes, all were mild-flavored.
A glance revealed almost no strongly flavored dish.
Even the braised turned into "clear stew," and fried was completely absent.
On the table, there was only a small saucer of soy sauce, clearly for salt control.
This "scientific diet" setup gave her the instant illusion of being thrown into a wellness resort.
Not a hint of oil spots, not even a trace of chili.
She widened her eyes, scanning the table again and again, trying to spot even a hint of spice.
Instead, even ginger slices were cut extremely thin, apparently to remove the fishy smell rather than enhance the flavor.
Her heart suddenly skipped a beat, and she felt completely deflated.
"Um...Lana, I'm really not hungry anymore..."
Her voice was weak, tinged with probing and retreat, retreating half a step while speaking, eyes wandering, as if looking for an escape route.
