Someone might be able to make Liver Paste Soup!
Mai Dejun lived in Tianxin Community, in a mid-rise commercial apartment building with excellent amenities and not far from the Old District.
He was retired now, living a leisurely life of grocery shopping and looking after his grandchild.
A Mercedes-Benz Sedan stopped at the entrance to the community.
Shen Muyan had brought Fang Ya along to visit him. They might need Old Mai to personally step in over the Liver Paste Soup, and having Fang Ya along meant having one more person to persuade him.
Fang Ya, who had been dragged along as a tool, had displeasure written all over her face. At this hour, she would normally be asleep. Shen Muyan had woken her up like a debt collector coming to her door—anyone would have been unhappy.
"Later, you have to make Lu Qin treat me to fried rice noodles, Ice Crystal Cake, Chicken Tofu Pudding, Imperial Consort Chicken Wings..."
Shen Muyan did not respond. Lu Qin was no longer hers.
Carrying some fruit, the two entered the community, went into the entrance of Building 16, and pressed the elevator button.
Mai Dejun was not home. His wife answered the door.
"Old Mai took Xiao Huzi out for a walk. Sit down and have some tea first. I'll give him a call."
"Auntie, there's no rush."
Fifteen minutes later, Mai Dejun returned with his grandson.
"Hmm, Liver Paste Soup..."
After getting a general understanding of what had happened, Mai Dejun put on his reading glasses and looked at the photo on Shen Muyan's phone.
"Look, the surface of this liver paste is uneven and pitted. That's the most obvious problem. They're using an electric steamer now instead of a traditional bamboo steamer. Electric steamers cook quickly, but they're fully enclosed,