( He beams, something that only grows wider when she eats without more than the wrinkling of her nose. He knows his tendencies with spice, but his version of light is not strictly light enough for anyone not from Yunmeng: Jiang Cheng, where are you to drag into a taste of home? )

Makes you better versed than this old man is. Tell me, think you can show me how those tined utensils work? These are so much easier for me to use.

( He sighs, indicating his chopsticks, and the ... soup spoon. Forks are a mystery of why people think stabbing food is an easier way to eat anything. )

You're welcome! If you like it, I can make more for you in the mornings, though we can't use the singing machine. Leaves it too dry for congee. Great for everything else.

( Said with a happy sigh. Rice is... okay, plain. But it's consistent, and it's familiar, and he'll take that over so much else. )