Chapter 300 — Absolutely Inedible
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Wei Zhao gave the sweet-and-sour fish, now being carried off by Liu Ma, a peculiar look. Knocked over the mustard?
It would have been rude to refuse such warmth, so Wei Zhao picked up his chopsticks and took a piece of the bamboo shoots stir-fried with pork before him. Just as he was about to eat it, Guan Xin said, "Wait!"
"?" Wei Zhao turned to look at Guan Xin.
"Uh... maybe we should just have the instant noodles..." Guan Xin said weakly.
"Ha..." By now Wei Zhao had more or less guessed what was going on. He put the bamboo shoot on his chopsticks into his mouth. Mm, very salty... He tried a few more of the dishes closest at hand. Either too sweet or too spicy—in short, not a single one was palatable.
"Well? Not bad, eh?" Guan Xuewen was waiting smugly for Wei Zhao's praise. If he could capture Wei Zhao's appetite, then he need not worry that Wei Zhao would fail to come by often to discuss medical matters with him.
"It's... passable, I suppose..." Wei Zhao said with a wry smile.
"Eh?" Guan Xuewen was slightly taken aback. Were Wei Zhao's standards really so high? This was merely passable? Did he not know that every one of his old friends sang endless praises of his granddaughter Xin-Xin's cooking? Even their children and grandchildren shamelessly angled for invitations just to mooch a meal...
Their granddaughter was renowned throughout the family compound as the universe's one and only peerless little kitchen goddess!
Still, since it was Wei Zhao who had said so, Guan Xuewen had no way to argue with him—after all, Wei Zhao was in fact his teacher now!
"Heh, Little Yi, you've got some lofty tastes. This old man already thought it was pretty good!" Guan Xuewen said, reaching for another dish.
Lofty tastes? This was lofty? Wei Zhao smiled bitterly. Saying it was "not bad" had already taken a great deal of resolve—he had spoken against his own conscience.
"Pff—" Guan Xuewen took a bite of the stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots and spat it straight out. He hurriedly gulped some water before saying, "Xinxin, did you beat the salt seller to death?"
Guan Xin hung her head in embarrassment, not daring to look at her grandfather or Wei Zhao. Today was simply too humiliating.
Guan Xuewen quickly used his chopsticks to taste the other dishes. After spitting those out as well, he finally understood—Wei Zhao's "not bad" had already been a very generous compliment to tonight's meal!
The food tonight could no longer be described as bad. It could only be called unspeakably awful!
"Xinxin, what happened to this food..." Guan Xuewen's eyes went wide. "This isn't how it usually tastes when you cook!"
"Heh... Grandpa Guan, perhaps Xinxin got a fright today..." Wei Zhao tried to put in a good word for Guan Xin, but she cut him off.
Guan Xin did not want her grandfather to learn what had happened at the hospital today—it would only worry him—so she had no choice but to interrupt Wei Zhao and state her true purpose: "Grandpa, I'm sorry... actually, I did it on purpose..."
"On purpose? You deliberately made it this awful? What in the world is going on?" Guan Xuewen was stunned. He had not expected Guan Xin to say such a thing.
"I heard Grandpa say some young man of outstanding talent was coming today, and that I was to get to know him and see if we might suit each other... I didn't want to, so I deliberately made the food a little worse..." Guan Xin said cautiously.