"Is that what you think?" Chen Mo thought about his experiences in his previous life and could not help laughing. "That does seem to make some sense."
As he spoke, he pushed the menu across the table to Mu Yu and said with a smile, "Come on, use your method to see what else we should order."
Mu Yu accepted the menu with a smile. Before ordering, he specifically asked Chen Mo what dishes he had already ordered. Then, based on Chen Mo's choices, he added several more dishes, making a total of six dishes and one soup—four meat dishes and two vegetable dishes.
Chen Mo smiled when he saw that. "Just as I thought. A method."
Mu Yu only smiled without saying anything.
Once all the dishes had arrived, Mu Yu first ladled Chen Mo a bowl of mushroom soup. When he noticed Chen Mo picking out the cilantro floating on top one strand at a time with his chopsticks, he asked with a smile, "Are you a picky eater?"
"I'm not a picky eater. I just don't like cilantro." Chen Mo answered Mu Yu seriously, but his gaze remained fixed on the bowl of soup before him. Only after picking out every last bit of cilantro did he put down his chopsticks in satisfaction, lift the bowl, and take a small sip.
In an instant, the rich, delicious flavor spread across his lips and tongue, as though mushrooms were dancing on the tip of his tongue. The smooth, mellow taste immediately swept over his taste buds.
Chen Mo unconsciously narrowed his eyes and looked at Mu Yu. "It really does taste pretty good."
Seeing this, Mu Yu ladled him another bowl of soup. This time, Mu Yu thoughtfully removed the cilantro beforehand.
Chen Mo smiled again at Mu