"Dad, this piece is leaner, less fatty. Try it and see if you like it."
Father Song picked up the piece of meat, put it in his mouth, chewed a few times, and nodded slightly.
"Mm, it's soft and tender. Easy to chew. I can manage it."
Only then did Song Qingya turn her head, her calm gaze landing on Yang Meiling's face.
"Perhaps our tastes are different. If you're not used to it, just have some more soup."
The strained smile Yang Meiling was barely maintaining almost faltered.
In the end, she could only lower her head and continue picking at the rice in her bowl.
Fei Jin watched all of this with cold eyes.
Just as Yang Meiling was about to speak again,
he suddenly looked up.
"Focus on your food. Stop chattering."
Yang Meiling trembled and instantly froze.
She quickly shut her mouth, not even daring to breathe too loudly.
Liu Li and Father Song exchanged a look, each seeing the displeasure in the other's eyes.
