It's morning, and the little cultivator is getting ready to go to bed. He hears a rustle of rice and thinks it's time for him to have a bite to eat. He wants to know what's going on, but he can't find the answer. The little cultivator asks if he can have a "taste" of the rice, and he's all, "Sure, I'll have a taste." Then he asks if she wants to kiss him, and she tells him that she just wanted to. He's like, "Really? I really like