Ye Sizhen said nothing.
The rice on the plate was distinct and glistening with oil, as though coated in gold.
The ingredients were also incredibly rich: eggs, naturally, along with neatly diced cucumber, carrots, and sausage, garnished with corn, green peas, and shrimp.
Shirou's fried rice was flawless in appearance, ingredients, and aroma, leaving Ye Sizhen deeply shocked.
Although it was merely the most ordinary fried rice, for some reason it looked like a glittering treasure. She even hesitated over whether she should eat it.
But the saliva secreted in her mouth did not lie.
Ye Sizhen cautiously scooped up a spoonful and put it into her mouth.
"...Delicious."
A wonderful flavor that seemed capable of melting her body spread across her tongue.
Perhaps having heard her evaluation and set his mind at ease, Shirou began tasting his own portion as well and nodded in satisfaction.
Ye Sizhen elegantly kept sending fried rice into her mouth, the corners of her lips unconsciously curling upward.
Although she was thoroughly satisfied, a small sense of frustration also arose in her heart--
My cooking skills can't compare with this child at all...
Fortunately, she had not cooked. If she had proudly brought out some disgraceful dish, then her dignity as a big sister would have...!
"Is it not good?" Shirou asked.
"That's not it." Ye Sizhen answered flatly.
"But you look a little unhappy."
"That's not it."
Ye Sizhen glared fiercely at him. Shirou shuddered and stopped saying anything more.
"Hmm... Oh, right. There's tea as well."
Shirou said, "You should prefer green tea, right? Although this is black tea, it seems to be Chinese Da Hong Pao. Please give it a try."
"All right."
Shirou had not lied.
This was indeed the highest-grade Da Hong Pao, and it was probably new tea