Reincarnated as a person, living a life of luxury and ease, what delicious food in the world hasn't he tried? Yet these junk foods made him gobble them down like a starving ghost.
The young emperor was dumbfounded because these things weren't particularly tasty. Saying they were better than the imperial chef's dishes was just to save face, and he didn't really like them that much. But seeing his teacher eating like a simpleton, he truly didn't understand.
Of course, Gu Tao knew, as did the person involved. It wasn't that the food was particularly delicious, but the yearning for his hometown had accumulated like mist, and taste was the most direct link to memory. Having tasted the flavors from his hometown, the mist in his heart dissipated, as if he had returned to those days of copying the homework of the girl seated next to him in KFC.
