In Ye Xuan's distant memory, his favorite dish from childhood was braised carp, which was also the best dish his mother made. It had been a full twenty thousand years since he had last tasted it.
At this moment, Ye Xuan's state was extremely unstable, which frightened the little girl into hiding behind the old man. The old man could only shake his head and sigh deeply, thinking Ye Xuan's madness had flared up once again.
"Young brother, you...?"
Before the old man could speak, Ye Xuan picked up the bowl and chopsticks from the table and, with trembling hands, took a piece of fish and put it into his mouth. He chewed carefully; his hands were shaking intensely.
"The flavor... the flavor is wrong... but... but...?" Ye Xuan spoke with bitterness, slowly putting the bowl and chopsticks down as a wave of melancholy emanated from him.
"Young brother, does this dish not suit your taste?" the old man asked in a low voice.
