The young man had long been swayed by the aromatic sauce, and his earlier irritation had mostly evaporated.
He looked at Ning Meng, then at the basin of enticingly colored sauce, and waved his hand dismissively. "Uh... just make it normal. You decide."
*“Just make it normal,” that is truly a cosmic-level riddle! Everyone’s definition of “normal” is different, you know?*
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