The feeling of novelty and freshness.
"I’m used to it." Xu Chang’an nodded. Although most of the dishes were sweet to take care of Yun Qian, there were still a few to his own liking.
"Strange, Qing Province wouldn’t nurture such a palate; but Miss Yun...she does seem like a local girl, she can’t handle even a tiny bit of spice." Li Zhibai said, taking another bite and savoring it.
"People have so peculiar hobbies." Xu Chang’an blinked. He couldn’t explain it, but his love for spicy food was related to his past life.
Xu Chang’an didn’t rebut the idea of Yun Qian being a local, as he also believed so.
After all, when they first sailed off the island, it only took half a day to reach the port of Qingzhou Prefecture, so it was logical to say Yun Qian was from Qing Province.
"Peculiar...hobbies?" Li Zhibai swallowed her food with a hint of peculiarity on her face.
Co to think of it...
"I rember, isn’t spiciness not actually a taste?" Li Zhibai suddenly asked.
Xu Chang’an was surprised at Li Zhibai’s awareness of even such small matters. He nodded and, noticing Yun Qian’s gaze, explained to Yun Qian, "Miss, the spiciness I usually enjoy is more of a pain sensation, not a taste sensation. True taste includes mainly sour, sweet, bitter, and salty."
"I know, that’s why I like sweet things," Yun Qian said.
Xu Chang’an picked up a dark green chili and put it in his mouth, then slowly said, "Generally speaking, spiciness is a kind of burning sensation, a type of pain sensation. Since you fear pain, it’s natural you can’t eat it."
"Really, burning...pain." Li Zhibai was stunned, lowering her eyelids, thinking to herself so that’s how it is.
No wonder she found it novel.
Because she hadn’t experienced the feeling of pain for a long ti.
Unintentionally, she actually shouldn’t be able to taste "spiciness" because she wouldn’t feel the pain... So Li Zhibai didn’t imdiately react.
Then why can she taste the spicy flavor now? After all, she didn’t deactivate her Spiritual Power right earlier, how could a tiny chili affect her constitution?
Could it be because it was made by Xu Chang’an that allowed her to experience pain?
Could the young man harm her?
Thinking about Immortal Reincarnation, thinking about that unreasonable rain, this isn’t sothing incomprehensible.
The question is, does the slight tingle she felt when eating Xu Chang’an’s dish an she was... hit by him?
A student hitting a teacher, right.
"Miss Yun can’t eat spicy food?" Li Zhibai looked up.
"No." Yun Qian shook her head, "I’m not good at it."
Xu Chang’an followed, "Sir, Miss’s palate has been inclined towards sweet because of ."
He had forgotten that back on the island, when Yun Qian first tasted mildly spicy food and cried, Xu Chang’an decided not to make it for her anymore. So strictly speaking, Miss Yun’s preference for sweetness wasn’t cultivated by him, but her own choice.
"I see." Li Zhibai blinked.
For no reason, a thought suddenly popped into her mind.
Yun Qian can’t eat spicy, could it be she doesn’t want to feel "pain" because of Xu Chang’an?
Miss Yun doesn’t want to get hit.
"..."
Thinking about it, Li Zhibai noticed Yun Qian’s calm gaze slowly fall on her.
"It’s nothing, I was just asking casually." Li Zhibai smiled, thinking her ideas were really rude.
She can’t associate Yun Qian’s ineptitude with spicy food to her being the trampled one, nor can she think Xu Chang’an’s fondness for spice ans he likes being beaten, hence being the trampled one — hmm, even if it feels reasonable.
Li Zhibai gently rubbed her temples, thinking since her ntal Realm changed, she’s increasingly felt like those close sisters of hers back then, with her thoughts spiraling out.
She forced herself to shift attention outward, picking up the Shouyang Peak Zither Silk Bamboo-made oily bamboo shoots on the table, soon drawn by its super crisp exterior and soft special bamboo shoots after biting through the skin.
Not long after, Li Zhibai put down her bowl; this ti she finished everything cleanly, leaving no grain of rice.
"I’ll go slice so Spirit Fruit." Xu Chang’an stood up.
"Go ahead."
After Xu Chang’an left, Li Zhibai gracefully wiped the corner of her mouth.
Although tired of their public displays of affection, Xu Chang’an’s dinner was quite delicious. Having tasted it this ti, the thought of preparing her own breakfast when she returns felt torturous.
So she specifically asked for another bowl of rice, not because she wanted to eat the remaining rice grains but truly because her appetite was whetted, and she wanted an excuse to eat more.
Li Zhibai was also soone who introspected.
What surprised Li Zhibai was Yun Qian suddenly speaking up.
"Did you like it?" Yun Qian asked.
"What?" Li Zhibai was startled.
"Dinner." Yun Qian stared at her.
"I..." Li Zhibai wanted to speak but instinctively closed her mouth, took a deep breath, and after rearranging her words, seriously said, "The taste is excellent, I really liked it. Chang’an’s culinary skills give people a gentle and palatable feeling; it may not provide the extravagant enjoynt of each bite like high-realm Spirit Beast at, but..."
But it offers the most fulfilling satisfaction, and one will never tire of eating it.
Li Zhibai said, "Upon reflection, this palatability is actually the taste of ho, a real, rare delicacy people can’t get enough of."
The so-called "taste of ho" is unremarkable.
This warm feeling subconsciously makes one overlook Xu Chang’an’s highly advanced culinary techniques, thinking the dish’s taste is ordinary. Reviewers of these dishes won’t think they’re exceptionally delicious, rely saying from the heart, "The taste is nice."
But Li Zhibai clearly knew that this reflected an extrely high level of culinary skill.
So this ti, in response to Yun Qian’s comnts on taste, Li Zhibai didn’t lightly dismiss Xu Chang’an with "not bad, average," instead offering a very high praise.
"The taste of ho." Yun Qian repeated Li Zhibai’s words, thinking she indeed liked Li Zhibai a lot.
"You too, if it’s good, just say it’s good." Yun Qian shook her head, "Saying the taste is average, I thought you really didn’t like his cooking."
"Having eaten so much, one’s preference surpasses pale words of praise." Li Zhibai touched her flat stomach, lightly laughing, "Isn’t Chang’an happy?"
For soone who cooks, any flowery words are less valuable than Li Zhibai’s "another bowl."
"True." Yun Qian nodded.
"..."
Then nobody spoke.
Yun Qian typically lacked expressions, so once silent, the atmosphere beca inexplicably awkward.
Li Zhibai cleared her throat, finding a topic, "Miss Yun, Chang’an can’t live without spice. You’ve lived with him for so many years, have you tried eating so?"
"Rarely." Yun Qian looked towards Xu Chang’an’s direction and softly said, "I... don’t like pain."
Especially pain inflicted by him, even if symbolically, she didn’t like it.
"But you can drink so wine, right? Wine is also spicy," Li Zhibai said.
"The wine is brewed by others," Yun Qian said.
Wine, attributed to Liu Qingluo, to Jade Dew Wine, bringing her the excitent, not sothing Xu Chang’an made by hand, so she could drink it.
"Others?" Li Zhibai found it sowhat strange, but she blinked much faster, "Liu Qingluo?"
"Mm, her brewed wine is delicious, I really like it," Yun Qian said.
"So this is the like." Li Zhibai exhaled a breath of clear air.
She thought...
Forget it, better not to say.
Originally, Li Zhibai still wanted to ask if Yun Qian knew Liu Qingluo liked Xu Chang’an...
But thinking about how Miss Yun appeared aloof but actually even felt uneasy about a re poetry collection... were she to truly know of a rival, what would co of it.
--
Yun Qian was thinking Li Zhibai’s concern about Xu Chang’an’s feelings was because she was supposed to be the main wife?
She looked at Li Zhibai and asked, "Would you get jealous of him? Oh right, he likes girls who get jealous."
"..."
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