"Who is this chef? They're hilarious." Teng Shuixian quickly finished the fish.
"Maybe they didn't do their best. Do you want this?" Qian pointed at the scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Teng Shuixian shook her head and put down her chopsticks.
Although she only took a few bites, Teng Daye was deeply shocked.
This was the most his daughter had eaten in the past six months, and it was such an odd dish!
"No matter how much I eat these dishes, I never get tired of them, especially this scrambled eggs with tomatoes. When I was a child, if my father won at cards, he would make it for me. Later, he did many bad things, divorced my mom, and I considered him dead, but I couldn't stop missing this dish. It's not necessarily delicious, I just want to eat it. It feels like I can feel the past through it, a sense of nostalgia."
She didn't cure Teng Shuixian; getting her to eat a few bites was simply playing the "nostalgia" card.
