Lin Banxia looked at him with an astonished expression, knowing that someone like this wealthy young master had certainly never tasted food like this before.
She had no choice but to run into the kitchen, grab a pair of chopsticks, and try a bite herself. Clicking her tongue lightly, she said, "It's not too spicy, just average, the taste is okay. Why don't you… try a bite? If you don't like it, then don't eat it."
Lin Banxia didn't want to force him. Back when she was married to him, she knew that every meal he had was meticulously prepared by servants and the housekeeper—delicate and delicious—certainly nothing like this bowl of noodles she brought back.
Yan Ting listened to her and curled his thin lips into a smile, picked up the chopsticks, and took a bite.
"How is it? Tasty?" Lin Banxia blinked her big eyes, waiting for his reaction.
Yan Ting nodded, "It's okay!"
