Su Jia shrugged indifferently, swallowed the food in her mouth, and then took a light sip of the red wine in front of her.
Her expression was calm, yet memories once again began to restlessly stir in her mind.
She vaguely remembered how she loved eating braised pork back in the day and would drag Lu Yanhe along to eat it almost every night.
But he would always look at those greasy dishes with disgust, as if they were revolting.
He obviously didn't like eating those, so why did he suddenly enjoy them today?
Is it because Wen Xi is exceptionally skilled at cooking, or because the person cooking is Wen Xi?
It should be the latter, right?
After all, no matter how skilled, it's still meat, the same food, but when the person is different, the taste changes.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a bit self-mocking.
Perhaps Wen Xi was telling the truth, after all, Lu Yanhe never refuted anything and always silently agreed.
