Lin Yan's aloof attitude made Li Fen increasingly uneasy, and she knew she needed to find an opportunity to talk to Lin Yan about it.
She couldn't be too hasty just yet.
"Have some food and see if it tastes like mom's. You were such a glutton when you were little. I remember one time, I had just bought some tofu and left it on the stove. In the blink of an eye, you had crumbled and eaten it," Li Fen said, recalling an old story with a gentle and soothing tone.
Lin Yan struggled, twisting open the lid and picking up a few bites of food with the chopsticks Li Fen had prepared, mostly out of symbolism.
She couldn't taste anything reminiscent of her mother's cooking in these dishes; she had long forgotten what her mother's cooking tasted like.
Li Fen's lips curved into a smile, "Your sister also loves these dishes I make."
The hand Lin Yan was holding her chopsticks with stiffened; it would be strange if Lin Xue could stomach these non-spicy dishes, given her preference for spice.