Wang Yi and James were both amused by Old Popo's childlike antics.
"Try the lettuce, too."
Old Master Bo speared a leaf of lettuce with his fork and put it in his mouth. He chewed twice, and his eyes lit up again.
"These two dishes are the most authentic Chinese food I've ever had. They're more authentic than anything I've had at other Chinese restaurants."
Wang Yi nodded. "Of course. What you get at restaurants are the dishes Chinese people serve guests on special occasions. What I made for you is the kind of home cooking we eat every day."
James tried a couple of bites, too, and couldn't stop praising Wang Yi's cooking.
"Most Chinese families eat steamed buns and porridge for breakfast. Give them a try."
James and Old Popo followed Wang Yi's example, picked up a steamed bun, and spread some Lao Gan Ma inside.
Then they took a bite.
They weren't quite used to the flavor, but they still found it pretty tasty.
"What is this?"
James asked.
"Chili sauce," Wang Yi replied.
Popo nodded. "I'm not used to it, but it tastes good."
Wang Yi said regretfully, "It's not as authentic as it used to be. The old Lao Gan Ma—that was really delicious."
"Wang, you'll have to take me out for more Chinese food from now on."
James said.
Wang Yi nodded. "As long as you're willing to pay, I'll even cook for you. Ten thousand dollars a meal."
"Wang, you're a robber!"
The three of them burst out laughing.
After breakfast, the three chatted for a while before Wang Yi and James finally left.
Wang Yi and James took a chartered plane that had already been arranged and flew to Sacramento.
After they got back to Sacramento, James didn't let Wang Yi go