She asked lightly, "Why aren't you eating?"
"..." Jing Yiren was silent for two seconds, thinking about how he should answer her.
Then he lifted his eyes to smile at her, stood up, and from the bowl of chicken soup, he pulled the chicken head off with chopsticks and put it in Lu Ming's bowl.
She politely said, "Uncle, you eat too."
"..." Lu Ming casually moved the chicken head aside onto a random plate, explaining calmly.
"The chicken is not for eating, mainly for the soup. The nutrients have been boiled into the soup, the chicken doesn't have any taste."
Jing Yiren retorted, "Then why put the chicken in? You're clearly just looking for an excuse not to eat."
"There are medicinal ingredients in the chicken's stomach, so of course it has to be put in."
"..." Jing Yiren pouted.
You always have a point, this is your home, where you have the final say.
Jing Yiren muttered in her heart and put down her chopsticks.
"Well, I'm full." There's no way she's trying the fish head.