Xiang Yimo had a particular fondness for meat, so aside from rice, he was all about eating meat.
From the side, Zhong Lingling sat, frowning and pouting now and then, a true master of expressions.
Who knew what kind of calculations that slow-witted little brain of hers was making?
It seemed she had something to say, but since it wasn't convenient to speak, she tried hard to hold it in until, in the end, she couldn't help saying, "Hey, um, that...!"
"What's wrong now?" Xiang Yimo couldn't even eat a meal in peace.
"I also made carrot stir-fried with wood ear mushrooms, tomato egg soup, and boiled cabbage. Eat more of those!"
Upon hearing this, Xiang Yimo immediately stopped eating, and, with interest, looked into Zhong Lingling's eyes, asking, "Tell me the reason. If it's convincing enough, I'll eat!"
Originally, Xiang Yimo didn't like to eat those things at all.