"Spicy Chicken Shreds?"
Shen Guofu's eyes instantly lit up. "Hey! That's a real classic dish."
Shen Baobao, who had been eavesdropping, asked curiously, "Isn't that the stage name in a comedy sketch? It's actually a dish?"
Shen Guofu said with a smile, "You wouldn't know, my girl. Back in the day, when meat was scarce, a lot of dishes were made with chicken breast, like Sauce Burst Chicken Cubes, Cold Noodle with Shredded Chicken, Cold Shredded Chicken, Spicy Chicken Shreds..." He listed a bunch of dish names as if reciting treasures from his memory.
Then, he sighed sentimentally. "It's been almost twenty years since I last ate Spicy Chicken Shreds. Time really flies!"
