What appeared in his vision were long strands of pasta coated in red and white sauce, which released a rich fragrance.
Beside it were crispy garlic bread slices and grilled meat.
"This is…" he asked.
"Spaghetti," Mu Ning answered proudly.
Liam glanced toward the children.
Gwen and Warren were already skillfully pouring extra sauce onto their pasta before elegantly twirling it around their forks.
Liam silently observed them for a moment before attempting it himself.
The first attempt failed.
The spaghetti slipped off the fork completely.
Warren immediately looked horrified.
"…Father lost to noodles."
Liam: " …"
On the second attempt, he successfully twirled the pasta neatly.
Then he placed it into his mouth.
The rich tomato sauce mixed with creamy white sauce exploded with flavor instantly.
A hint of surprise flashed through Liam's eyes.
For a moment, he actually stopped moving.
He had always believed that his food preferences were simple.
