Wang Liumei certainly keeps her promises.
And Fang Zheng, as he wished, tasted the food he had been longing for.
"Mmm... this is the taste!"
Biting into the dumpling in front of him, Fang Zheng was moved to tears.
"This is the taste... This is the authentic vegetable and pork dumpling..."
"Is it really that exaggerated, Mr. Fang Zheng?"
Sitting across from Fang Zheng, Wang Liumei sipped her tea in small gulps and curiously glanced at him.
"Of course, you know how Japanese dumplings are... They even put garlic in them? I don't even want to mention it..."
At the mention of this, Fang Zheng felt ill.
If it were garlic in the seasoning, that could be understood, but putting garlic in the filling, what's the deal?
How can they expect people to survive like that?
Laozi doesn't even eat ginger!
"Hehehe, each region has its own way of doing things..."
"That's true, but I still prefer the old taste."
