Qingcheng Hospital.
"Brother Xi, I made this soup for you myself, please drink a bit more."
"Why does it taste so strange?"
"No way, Brother Xi, I simmered it for six hours. How about you try this side dish I made myself?"
"Why does this dish have green onions, ginger, and garlic? I never eat these, don't you know?"
"Ah, then Brother Xi, try the dessert first..."
"Pfft—it's so bitter it's numbing my tongue, it's awful. Do you even know how to cook?"
"I, I..."
Fang Yumei held back tears, feeling wronged, as she carried the bowls and plates. Xi Yuanshan's criticism almost made her cry.
Of course, she couldn't cook. These were all takeout from a five-star restaurant, which cost her a lot of money. She never expected Xi Yuanshan to be so picky.
Does he usually eat food at home that's even tastier than what's served at five-star restaurants?
