Zhao Hanzhang picked up a piece of freshly served fried tofu with her chopsticks and sighed, "Such a delicate dish, yet Mr. Qian calls it rough. What coarse fare, then, must the bean-rice be? And yet, under my governance, most of my people still rely on bean-rice to fill their bellies."
Zhu Chuan was also displeased and said to Qian Wei, who had been voicing objections, "Perhaps these dishes don't suit Mr. Qian's taste."
He was hosting a gluttonous feast, and this person kept chirping that the bean products were coarse. Wasn't he implying that the ingredients he used were crude?
These people were quite ignorant.
Indeed, the selection of dishes was influenced by the Zhao Family's cook, but they were genuinely delicious.
Anyway, he had tasted every dish before the feast, several each day, and every time he tried new dishes, he was happy.
These dishes were selected from a wide array of options, the ones not chosen outnumbered them twofold.
