Local specialty is just a substitute term.

It doesn't necessarily mean delicious.

For example, the specialty of country A is water from the Ganges River, it's not just about the taste, it's a matter of whether one's digestive system or life force is strong enough—dare to try?

I digress.

The cake from afar is certainly edible, and what's important isn't the taste, but Pei Linhan's heartfelt intention as a father.

Sending a feather from a thousand miles away, the gift is light but the sentiment is heavy.

"I think it's quite nice, everyone's taste is different, right?"

Jiang Chen spoke to himself, while continuing to pick up the piece of cake he had tried earlier and putting it into his mouth.

He definitely meant well, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere, but his words seemed to make the situation even more awkward.

Seeing him eat most of a piece of cake, Pei Yunxi felt a bit bad for him.

She had surely tasted this cake, having grown up eating it, but to tell the truth, it's really... hard to swallow, even worse than five-nut mooncakes,

but she certainly couldn't speak ill of her hometown's specialty, so Pei Yunxi said nothing, letting Pei Linhan misunderstand, bringing or sending it every time, unaware that it always ended up being tossed into the trash bin by Luo Li'er.

And Tanki Liuli's honest and genuine evaluation was like exposing the Emperor's new clothes.

Jiang Chen was awkward, Pei Linhan even more so.

"If it doesn't taste good, you don't have to eat it."

He quickly stood up, not making Jiang Chen feel uncomfortable, picked up his bowl and dumped both pieces of cake, then served him a bowl of porridge.

"Sorry about that, no worries, I'll go steam some dumplings."

"This is enough to eat."

Jiang Chen quickly replied.

"You guys eat first, I'll be quick."

Pei Linhan waved his hand, insistently headed into the kitchen.

"When you're a guest in someone's home, even if it doesn't taste good, don't say it out loud."

Jiang Chen scooped up the millet porridge from his bowl.

Though there's no subject in the sentence, the implication was clear.

The young Taoist nun was merely pure, not dumb, she understood who the message was for.

"Do you think it tastes good?"

She asked back.

Jiang Chen was silent for a moment, his voice soft: "Whether it tastes good or not, you should eat it, it's polite."

Sitting opposite, Pei Yunxi ate her breakfast without saying a word, but she clearly heard the conversation at the dining table.

Boss Jiang's principles on dealing with people were perfectly correct, without any issues, yet the young Taoist nun indeed lived up to her age, not falling into the context constructed by the other party.

"If you think it doesn't taste good, why offer it to me?"

Jiang Chen was instantly speechless.

Pei Yunxi's eyes lit up, seeing Tanki Liuli increasingly like a blank piece of paper, even felt an urge to applaud her.

She strongly felt this girl was out of sync with society, seemingly an innocent child.

But often, only children see the essence of things without interference.

Any claim of disrespect is just an illusion.

This awkward situation arose because someone offered the cake to themselves.

Giving something unappetizing to eat, then teaching grand virtues after one expresses genuine feelings.

Put yourself in those shoes.

Wouldn't you be annoyed too?

Tanki Liuli stared at Jiang Chen, even managing to restrain the allure of food, seemingly waiting for an answer or explanation.

Pei Yunxi also stopped, silently observing, though her expression was normal and natural, one could strongly sense a faint gloating air.

Jiang Chen slightly furrowed his brows, unsure why the usually indifferent young Taoist nun suddenly became so earnest.

Someone innocent and pure doesn't necessarily mean they're easy to bully.

If she really got upset, Pei Yunxi and Pei Linhan definitely couldn't hold her back.

Of course, whether one of them would even try is another matter.

"Not fitting my taste doesn't mean it won't fit yours, we might not love all the flavors, but we should still try them."

This sentence,

had a slight philosophical touch.

Though not fully satisfactory, Tanki Liuli at least seemed to accept this explanation, and just when Jiang Chen felt her gaze withdrawing from him, she suddenly said.

"You can just say if it doesn't taste good."

Jiang Chen looked over.

At the dining table, there was no one else.

The interjection was naturally from Pei Yunxi.

It seemed casual, yet was a typical instigation.

But it was also stating facts.

Knowing Tanki Liuli's innocence, she gave her the cake, letting her expose it, making the innocent person do all the dirty work.

Indeed, it wasn't very gracious.

But unfortunately,

Tanki Liuli couldn't grasp it.

Jiang Chen gave her a look, "If you want me to help, don't add confusion."

Pei Yunxi's eyes flickered.

"Have you thought of a solution?"

Jiang Chen calmly replied: "Are you in a hurry?"

Pei Yunxi was instantly speechless, her modest but undeniably ample chest heaving up and down.

In this aspect, Jiang Chen definitely had a say.

"Hope you can put more effort."

Jiang Chen still lightly replied, "Haste makes waste."

"..."

Pei Yunxi stared at him.

"I will come up with a plan, but you need to give me time."

Their conversation wasn't hidden, with only Tanki Liuli at the table, and since they were using "coded language," the Taoist nun sister wouldn't understand.

"Stalling or delaying?"

Pei Yunxi was straightforward.

Jiang Chen remained composed, leaning back on the dining chair, "If you don't trust me, then go show uncle the report."

Pei Yunxi was merely trying to provoke, yet he outright challenged her.

Pei Yunxi's eyes flickered, even sure Tanki Liuli wouldn't comprehend, but she instinctively glanced at her.

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