"Mistress, I just made some fried date cake, please try it."
Lin Xu was a bit confused with the current situation, so he placed the food box he was carrying on the coffee table, opened the lid, and everyone in the room was captivated by the rich aroma.
Luo Shan wasn't shy either, she walked over for a look and said to Lucy:
"Try it, this is a delicacy. I loved eating it when I was a child, but in recent years, there are fewer people selling it, and Beijing doesn't have it either. I haven't had it for several years."
The reason wealthy people say they haven't had something for several years is because there's so much good food that they forget about it unless it's seen.
It's not because they've been yearning for it yearly.
Lucy walked over, saw the fried date cake in the food box, exclaimed "Wow," then picked one up with her flour-covered hand and started eating.
Shen Jiayue curiously asked:
"Can Aunt Lucy understand Mandarin now?"
