Li Beijue had already eaten his fill. His dark pupils glanced at the fish soup she placed in front of him. Surprisingly, he didn't say anything, reached out, accepted it, and drank it in one gulp.
Then he frowned slightly, put down the bowl, and said disdainfully, "Too much salt."
Chi Enen saw him drink it with gusto and thought he found it tasty too, but he ended up saying it was too salty. Chi Enen was a bit frustrated by this.
However, she wasn't a chef to begin with, so there was no question of feeling defeated. In the blink of an eye, the frustration disappeared, and she calmly said, "I used the normal amount of salt. Maybe you have a lighter taste preference. Next time, I'll ask them to use less salt."
It wasn't her, it was them.
Li Beijue was just about to frown when the servant interjected, fearfully grabbing the bowl and chopsticks from Chi Enen's hands, saying, "Miss Chi, let me take care of it. Please sit and rest for a while."
