Zheng Changhe chuckled. "They're all delicious. All of them."
He hadn't expected his daughter to ask for a detailed analysis of the food. Suddenly, the dishes didn't seem as tasty as usual. Seeing that she had moved on, he breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly snatched a piece of sausage, shoveled down two mouthfuls of rice, and began eating with gusto.
Mrs. Yang shot him a look but was secretly relieved herself. 'I couldn't have explained it either.'
