Fu Shinian probably never urgently needed anyone's approval when it came to cooking. Watching Su Mu eat slowly, he couldn't help but furrow his brow:
"Doesn't it taste good?"
Su Mu shook her head: "It's very good, it tastes the same as before."
Fu Shinian didn't believe it, took some food with the chopsticks to try, and the taste was very different. He glanced at Su Mu, then put down his chopsticks: "Stop eating, we'll call room service later."
As he was about to take Su Mu's chopsticks away, she stopped him. She looked at him with slow-burning defiance and persistence:
"I want to eat this, I won't eat anything else."
"When you return, I'll cook for you every day. You don't have to force yourself to eat this now. If I knew the taste would change, I wouldn't have brought it for you."
"But I really think it's very delicious, even better than the ones you made before."
