—Edible, but not exactly delicious.
That was about it.
Ren Yu had long heard that people in Britain were rather casual about food, and today, he had finally experienced it firsthand.
Even so, not a trace of impatience showed on Ren Yu's face. From time to time, he even offered a word or two of praise.
Yet this little act of his was seen through by the young matron, Ms. Lis.
"Mr. Ren Yu, I'm very sorry. None of us in this family are very good at cooking... Well, I should say that British food culture simply can't compare to that of Shenzhou. I'm truly sorry for making you witness such a thing."
Lis was already regretting why she had so confidently decided to cook for this man from Shenzhou.
She had done everything she could, yet she had overlooked one thing.
—Ren Yu was not British. He came from a land filled with delicious food everywhere.
Over there, even a random roadside stall or open-air eatery was better than some upscale restaurant that threw together a chaotic mishmash of ingredients and, with its bizarre way of thinking, could cook up something as strange as "Stargazy Pie."
Of course, Fish and Chips was an exception. It was one of Britain's few points of pride.
As Ren Yu kept eating, he truly could not take it anymore. Since Ms. Lis did not mind, he stopped pretending. He borrowed the kitchen from her and, using the available utensils and ingredients, barely managed to make four dishes and a soup.
At that moment, the dishes had yet to be brought out.
Just from smelling the aromas drifting out of the kitchen, the mother and daughter, one older and one younger, kept swallowing as they stared eagerly at the black-haired man bustling about.
"Rita...