Xie Baola and Chen Jiayan came to the sauce station.
Xie Baola leaned her shoulder against his arm and peeked at him, "Chen Jiayan, what sauce do you like?"
Chen Jiayan, holding a spoon, leisurely added cilantro to his bowl.
Then chili, soy sauce, garlic paste, as well as sesame oil and chili oil, and that was it.
For instance, he didn't add any of the sticky stuff, like sesame paste or peanut sauce.
Yet Xie Baola quite fancied those.
Apart from their love for adventurous things, it seemed like their tastes were completely different in all other regards.
"Is that all?"
Chen Jiayan turned to face her, "Mmm."
Xie Baola frowned, "I don't like cilantro, it smells, don't you think?"
Chen Jiayan shook his head, "Not really. Everyone has their own preferences, it's normal not to like something, no need to force yourself."
The waiter brought the ingredients to the table.
