"Qian Qian, come and try it and see if it's as good as mine." Song Yan brought the noodles to Shi Qian.
Shi Qian lowered her head and tasted it. She shook her head. "It's not delicious. I like to eat steamed balls of crab roe. It has a hard texture. This is all watery and soft. Besides, the oil of the crab roe isn't completely stir-fried. It's not that fragrant."
Song Yan couldn't help but smile at her evaluation.
"Your taste hasn't changed. It's good that it hasn't."
"What did you just say?" Shi Qian did not hear Song Yan clearly. His voice was too soft.
"It's nothing. I'll try it and see if it's like you said." Song Yan lowered his head and tasted it. "That's right. It's really like that. Next time, I'll make it for you."
Shi Qian's smile faded. She looked down at her noodles and fell silent.
"Don't just eat noodles. There's also your favorite dessert."
"Yes, thank you." Shi Qian ate quietly.