After Julian Winslow finished his lecture, he picked up the clean bowl and chopsticks set aside for him, and began to eat under her watchful gaze...
Shalma Hughes scrutinized his facial expression but couldn't discern any clues. Was it delicious or not?
"Is it good? Have I made a lot of progress since last time?" Shalma rested her chin on her hands. Having stood for a long time, her calves felt a bit sore, so she sat down on a nearby stool.
Julian merely glanced at her without answering, and just continued to eat.
Seeing that he remained silent, Shalma snatched the chopsticks from his hand, picked up a little Yuxiang shredded pork, and put it in her mouth. Her face instantly scrunched up. She immediately spat the food out, looked up at him, and asked, "It tastes so terrible, yet you're eating it with such relish. Is there something wrong with your sense of taste?"
