"She should hate you, you fucking rat," mutters Shen Yuan, but there's very little fire in it, "and I can't believe you would give me advice on making Luo Binghe feel loved when you're, like, his shitty absentee father at least twice over." He does want to talk about his date, though. "He cooked for me. It was incredible, obviously, he made this glazed duck, and noodles, and dumplings, and—" he wrinkles his nose, amused and fond. "Janet told him about Mountain Dew, and he apologized to me for not being able to get it. Like it was actual dew from a real mountain!"