Zoroark's face had scrunched up like a bun, making Heath want to laugh, but he pretended not to notice. Authentic West Lake Fish in Vinegar Gravy really did not taste very good. It was like Douzhir, that legendary local specialty so many people heard about after visiting the capital. Most people thought little of it when they first heard about it; instead, they were curious and felt like challenging themselves. But once they actually tried it, they would realize that some things truly tasted impossible to stomach, making their scalps tingle and leaving them nauseated.
Although China was a nation of great cuisine, the problem was that even a culinary powerhouse had its deserts. In Heath's opinion, that place once hailed as heaven on earth was actually something of a culinary desert. When he had traveled there, he had discovered that very few of its takeout places served good food, and even among the good ones, most were run by people from elsewhere. Were there any run by locals? Of course there were, but after trying them all, there were only those same few, and their food only tasted so good, leaving him unable to offer any praise.
Still, perhaps because the scenery was nice, some fairly famous foods had emerged there as well. Whether they actually tasted very good, however, was a question worth discussing.
To Heath, West Lake Fish in Vinegar Gravy was exactly that sort of thing. Despite its considerable fame, the dish was very much an acquired taste. Unless someone genuinely loved its peculiar flavor, Heath generally would not recommend that his customers try it. Wasting food was not good, either.
In Heath's opinion, making Red-Braised Fish was better than making West Lake Fish in Vinegar Gravy. At least with Red-Braised Fish, people could mix the