Looking at the plate of red-braised pig's head, Su Jin had never felt so embarrassed in her life.
"You are what you eat."
Why say the Eldest Young Master is a fool and then prepare pig's head for his Eldest Young Madam?
Was she being used as a tool by someone?
Xingxing, fearing the kitchen would stop making pig's head, confessed in a hurry.
For the sake of face, she'd rather not eat pig's head for a lifetime, especially when she's not that keen on meat.
Su Jin didn't say anything.
Xie Jingchen not only placed the pig's head in front of her but also picked a few pieces for her.
Su Jin didn't even know how to lift her chopsticks. She asked, "How did the main kitchen know that the Dongxiang Marquis Mansion likes pig's head? Is your Duke Mansion inquiring about my parents' preferences?"
Xie Jingchen put a piece of meat in his mouth and said, "I'm not sure how they found out, but I can assure you the Duke Mansion doesn't cater to preferences."
