Well, that's quite normal, after all, Dorothy's preferences were originally learned from him when she was wandering on the ground. It's just that the homebody witch didn't expect that her old father's preferences would be so consistent every lifetime, even for food.
You reincarnated for nothing, didn't you? Even the Meng Po Soup has failed on you.
She thought to herself.
However, the two of them didn't speak, just quietly enjoyed their food until both plates of roasted meat were finished, leaving only two florets of broccoli used by the dwarfs for decoration at the bottom of the empty plates.
Dorothy and Adam frowned at the sight of the broccoli, then both simultaneously closed their eyes, picking up the broccoli with the resolve as if they were taking poison and putting it in their mouths.
The homebody witch is generally not picky, but really can't handle this stuff.
Adam felt the same way.
But still, liking or not, wasting food is not acceptable.
