The Marshal glanced at the tray, his expression paused.
Ah Lian thought, the food prepared today was all dishes the Marshal used to love. The Young Master always remembered. Perhaps, it's also because these are what the Young Master often eats.
Someone said, liking someone will gradually make one's preferences align with the other's. For example, the Marshal used to love eating beef and mutton, which the Young Master found too heavy, but after the Marshal left, the Young Master also started eating them, as if trying hard to hold on to the ever-dwindling connection between the two.
As if in mourning, using this to remind himself, he once loved and was deeply loved by someone he liked.
The Marshal furrowed his brows, then indifferently withdrew his gaze: "Young Master Xiao, I am... a bit picky with food." The phrase "I am" almost slipped out.
