The rich scent of scallion oil unfolded on her lips and teeth; she squinted her eyes slightly and muttered, "Hmm, it's a bit sweet."
Amadeus Yancey had been paying close attention to the changes in her expression. Seeing that she had taken a bite, he didn't speak but his heart was lifted with concern, "How is it?"
Audrick Zachmann and Lily were just as anxious.
Lily was the most nervous, her little hands clenched tightly together, her large, ink-black eyes staring unblinkingly at Nathalie Quinlan, worried she wouldn't like it. Her little mouth mumbled, "Sister, is it too sweet?"
Uncle had said that sugar isn't necessary for noodles, but he thought that when sister felt down, and when he himself felt down, he liked to eat sugar; eating sugar made him feel much better. So, while Uncle and Uncle Audrick weren't paying attention, he had sneakily added two spoonfuls of sugar.
Amadeus Yancey hadn't realized why it would taste sweet.