"It is just a matter of how you use it, right? You simply had not done it before. Now that you can, there is no problem with doing it."
"...You think so?"
"Yes. Something you made being eaten by someone who says it is delicious, and sharing that moment together. That is a very happy thing."
To Qiong Xing, it was not something worth worrying about, but since they had grown up in different environments, he decided to leave it be.
"If you would like, please give this to Coelho. And as thanks for the hot pot... I am not sure if it is enough, but here are some medicinal herbs I picked before."
"Well done!"
He was praised enthusiastically.
However, when Mr. Paulo tried to eat the ice cream meant for Coelho, Qiong Xing lightly slapped his hand to stop him.
There was truly no letting his guard down.
"I did interrupt him while he was working before. If Coelho cannot eat it, then you can have it, Mr. Paulo."
"I suppose that cannot be helped. Then I will go deliver it quickly."
