On the way back home, looking at Jian Xubai leaning against the carriage with his eyes closed, Song Yixiao pondered for a while and couldn’t help saying, “Actually, I do like the Stewed Perch.”

“I know.” Jian Xubai answered casually without even opening his eyes, “You looked to the dish even before it was placed on the table. I didn’t see you appear so anxious in front of other dishes!”

Song Yixiao was speechless.

“So after I took it ...