Riley Perry took a bite of the mandarin fish and could immediately tell it wasn't like the fish commonly found in markets. The meat was much more delicate, tender, and fragrant, with no fishy taste whatsoever.
"This is delicious. This fish must have been expensive, right?"
"If you like it, I can have some delivered to you regularly."
Riley quickly refused. "Oh, you don't have to go to all that trouble. I'm really not a picky eater."
Since returning, she had been indulging in modern cuisine and wasn't too particular about the quality of the ingredients. After all, having gone three hundred years without those spicy and savory flavors, even the poorest ingredients tasted unbelievably fresh.
"Don't be so formal with your brother. These ingredients are nothing, really."
"I'm not being formal," Riley said. "I'm usually so busy with work, I'm not sure I even eat at home twice a week. The ingredients would just go to waste if I don't have time to cook them."
