This subtle action left Li Zhibai puzzled as to what Yun Qian wanted to eat, but Xu Chang'an understood perfectly; after picking a few dishes, he returned to his seat.
"Have a sip of tea to wash away the oiliness." Xu Chang'an said.
"Mm." Yun Qian took Xu Chang'an's tea cup and drank a sip.
Xu Chang'an then held a bowl and gently fed a small piece of steamed pork into Yun Qian's mouth.
The perfectly seasoned broth overshadowed some of the greasiness, and the taste, with just the right amount of sweetness, excited every taste bud.
Cooked to just the right degree, neither too tough for Miss Yun's delicate bite nor overly soft; as Yun Qian bit into it, the tender meat with a slight resilience resisted the teeth's cut, and with a little pressure, a burst of delicious sauce emerged.
It was her favorite taste.
Yun Qian blinked, thinking indeed it was so.
