Moh Li would have given a perfect score for that answer, it was so on point.
"What do you like to eat, what color do you like, who do you like?"
Moh Li blurted out, the last question was supposed to be about what he liked to eat.
"I like Braised Pork Belly because I remember my grandfather's Braised Pork Belly was the best."
It wasn't actually that good. It was just that in his memory, that flavor was something that could never be recreated, a delicious sensation retained only within memories. Even if Bai Dan were to make the exact same dish now, it wouldn't carry the same sentiments as Bai Zhi had felt back then.
"I like white because white can accommodate every color and I can paint it with the colors I like. Who do I like? I like you, Senior Brother."
Bai Zhi seemed afraid that Moh Li wouldn't believe her, her eyes unwaveringly fixed on him.
"Look into my sincere big eyes."
Moh Li: "…"
Moh Li's mouth twitched; he didn't believe a word.
