Wang Lumy had indeed kept her word.
And Fang Zheng had finally gotten to taste the food he had been craving.
"Mm... this is the taste!"
Taking a bite of the dumpling before him, Fang Zheng was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes.
"This is the taste... These are proper cabbage and pork dumplings..."
"Is it really that exaggerated, Mr. Fang Zheng?"
Sitting across from Fang Zheng, Wang Lumy took small sips of tea as she looked at him curiously.
"Of course. You know what dumplings in Japan are like... They actually put garlic in them? I don't even want to talk about it..."
At the mention of it, Fang Zheng felt like his whole world had gone wrong.
He could understand putting garlic in the dipping sauce, but what was the point of putting it in the filling?
How was anyone supposed to live like that?
Laozi didn't even eat ginger, okay!
"Hehehe, every place has its own way of doing things..."
"That may be true, but I still prefer the old flavor."
Fang Zheng happily swallowed the last dumpling, then took a sip of soup and let out a satisfied breath. Hehehe, I just think beef stew with potatoes tastes better than steak. I don't care if it's Michelin-starred—what are you going to do about it?
"Thank you so much, Miss Wang. If you hadn't brought me here, I never would have known there was such an authentic Chinese restaurant here."
"I'm glad you like it, Mr. Fang Zheng... Would you like some more?"
"Of course."
As he spoke, Fang Zheng waved his hand.
"Waiter..."
"Yes, what would you like to order, sir?"
"Hmm, everything from here to here... Bring me one of every Cantonese dish, and the soups too."
"Certainly."
"..."
Listening to Fang