"Auntie, I wasn't trying to act cute, but I am indeed very cute."
"I understand, I understand. After so many years with his father, I can't stand natto either! It's too stinky!"
Kiyono Lin wasn't trying to flatter anyone when she said the vegetables were fresh and tasty, nor was she picking a fight when she complained about the stench of natto; she was simply telling the truth.
But with her sense of decorum, she really shouldn't have directly said "so stinky," though the natto made by the Dubian Family was indeed too pungent.
Jiutiao Meijie also frowned and warned Dubian Che, "You're not allowed to eat that stuff."
"Why?" Dubian Che didn't eat natto but was curious about the reason.
"Why ask so many questions? It's a command."
"Alright, alright, I'll listen to you."
Dubian's father silently ate his natto-topped rice, not caring what the three women said; he thoroughly enjoyed it.
The only regret was that his own son would not carry on this tradition.
