The man's cool voice, unexpectedly touched with indulgence: "Drink less, just a little taste."
Qin Xin had Xiangxiang send some dishes to Xiao Bailu next door, who politely returned a few dishes as well.
Qin Xin seized the opportunity and picked up some dishes Xiao Bailu made, handing them to the man: "Master, how do they taste?"
The man casually tasted a bite: "Just average."
Qin Xin: "..."
She thought Xiao Bailu's cooking skills were on par with Xiangxiang's, the kind of girl she wanted to marry home, and yet Master said it was just average?
Master, with standards this high, what's going to happen in the future?
After the third round of drinks, Xiangxiang's face was flushed, curled up on the sofa, dozing off.
Qin Xin, full of enthusiasm: "Master, after chilling the peach blossom brew, it's even tastier with grilled toast persimmon cakes. Have you ever tried it?"
The man: "No."
What a bizarre combination.
Not only never eaten, but never even heard of it.
