Disappearance

Zheng Wei gave us a brief introduction, and then our group moved on to the next office.

"My family has so many zongzi, we can't finish them all," Fatty complained, his face a mask of misery.

He had a lot of relatives, and even more elderly female relatives. Fatty had already given us four some zongzi before, all made by his aunts and cousins. His relatives started making zongzi in April, and since then, they'd been giving us two or three here and there, not many at a time, but it added up to quite a burden.

"These are different," Skinny said, pulling out a zongzi. He held it up above his head like a piece of art, tilting his head back to admire it against the sun. "Look at the size, the sharp corners, the color and lines of the leaves!"

While it was a bit exaggerated, Skinny wasn't wrong.

These five zongzi were indeed beautifully made. In terms of size, they weren't as large as the ones sold in stores, nor as substantial as those made by one of Fatty's particularly earnest aunts. However, in appearance, they surpassed any zongzi I'd eaten this year. Come to think of it, I'd never actually seen a real zongzi that was more beautiful than these.

"Shengwei Zhai has hours-long queues during the holidays. Do I even need to mention the skill of their master chefs?" Guo Yujie said dismissively, looking at the pretentious Skinny.

Shengwei Zhai was an old, well-known pastry shop in Minqing. They sold pastries daily. They used to have dine-in service, but now they operated entirely as a shop. They offered many types of regular pastries, with seasonal and holiday treats being their specialty. As Guo Yujie mentioned, during festivals, all Shengwei Zhai branches had incredibly long lines