Xie Yanzhi was puzzled and quickly reached out: "Spit it out."
Lu Nianxi said: "Swallowed it."
Xie Yanzhi hurriedly tried the remaining piece in his hand. Once in his mouth, it was fragrant, sweet, and soft with nothing wrong.
He asked, "What's wrong with it?"
Lu Nianxi said: "It seems a bit sour."
Xie Yanzhi didn't know if it was his taste buds malfunctioning or that Lu Nianxi simply didn't like the taste anymore.
"Sour?" he said, "Then let's try another flavor?"
He had bought several kinds.
Lu Nianxi opened the bag and picked a piece of hawthorn cake.
Xie Yanzhi reminded her: "This is for Grandpa. Didn't you say you don't like hawthorn?"
Lu Nianxi said: "I'll try it."
Xie Yanzhi broke off a piece and put a small bit into her mouth: "Just have a little, eat more if you like it."
The taste buds sensed the sweet and sour of the hawthorn, and Lu Nianxi's eyes lit up: "This is delicious!"
