"It looks good."
Meng Wanning and He Meixiang were somewhat restrained, neither of them had picked up their chopsticks and were sitting stiffly.
"Don't be polite, make yourselves at home," Xiao Meier called out.
She also sensed that something was off in the atmosphere and thought it might be because the two of them weren't familiar with each other.
As the hostess, Xiao Meier used the serving chopsticks to pick up some food, "Xiao Meng, you should try the sushi He Meixiang made."
As she said this, a piece of salmon sushi found its way into Meng Wanning's small dish.
He Meixiang was quite nervous, "Miss Meng, this sushi was made on the spot, the rice and vinegar aren't what I usually use. If it's not to your taste, please forgive me."
Meng Wanning looked at the sushi in her dish, the shiny rice grains wrapped around the bright salmon, indeed the dish looked appetizing.
She picked up her chopsticks, lifted the sushi, and took a gentle bite.
