"Xiaxia, what does it say on this paper?" Ms. Wang asked, holding the sheet of paper.
Yang Chuxia took a look at it, her face distorted with each word she read. What's with these demands? The eggs had to be cooked to 70% perfection, as if he was frying a steak. He wanted a fish dish with the green onions cut into three pieces, and no more than two chili peppers in it. No ginger and less sugar. As for the soups, he wanted three varieties – sweet, salty, and spicy – as if three kinds of soup wouldn't make him burst. Also, the rice had to be cooked perfectly, not too soft nor too hard.
"Mom, he said he won't be eating dinner anymore, so just prepare our usual dishes." Yang Chuxia smiled and handed the paper to Ye Zi'an. Zi'an took the paper and ripped it up without even looking at it.