"Is it good?"
Seeing him pick up his chopsticks, Ye Ning, who had been waiting there, immediately asked nervously.
Is it good?
Honestly, it wasn't that good, the meat was really tough, and there wasn't enough salt, so overall it tasted pretty bland.
But, considering the fact she cooked it herself...
He responded with a flat "Hmm": "I can still eat it..."
Ye Ning: "..."
Such a blow!
Would it kill you to say something nice? Do you have to be so blunt?
Not wanting to look at him anymore, she picked up her chopsticks and started eating herself. Meanwhile, their son beside them, having grown up eating her level of cooking, was munching away, blissfully unaware of how delicious it was.
After about ten minutes, Ye Ning had finally worked up enough courage. Sitting across from him, she finally mustered up the nerve: "Um, honey, I want to tell you something."
"Hmm..."
The man sitting there eating absentmindedly, responded with a flat "Hmm."
