"It really does taste good. Hua san, aren't you going to have a bite?"
Su Changxing took a sip of the sake on the table, put down his chopsticks, and said.
Hua san showed a hint of confusion. "I probably don't need to eat this kind of thing."
Su Changxing shook his head and smiled. "This isn't about need or not, it's about whether you want to or not. I'd say it's because you don't have that kind of desire."
"Desire?"
"Yes. Humans are creatures with very rich emotions, so they have all kinds of desires. In your case, you probably belong to a species whose desires are rather single. That doesn't really have anything to do with intelligence—more like a difference between species."
There were five dishes on the table, four dishes and one soup, but three of the dishes all contained potatoes. Probably because in this era of material scarcity, potatoes had once again come into their own.
