The dinner was quite sumptuous.
Pork, beef, lamb, fish, they had everything, and Sir even made a big pot of abalone sauce rice for everyone. But with the excellent appetizers set before, the sumptuous dinner felt somewhat tasteless in comparison.
At least Jiang Feng felt that way, and he would probably savor the taste of the small bowl of chicken bean curd pudding for three days.
It only takes a moment to develop a picky palate, but it often takes a long time to come to terms with reality.
Because it was Lantern Festival, after dinner, everyone, whether they were stuffed or just a bit full, ate half a bowl of sweet dumplings to show their respect for the holiday.
After the dumplings, everyone sat around the dining table chatting about this and that, boasting insignificant bravado, before saying goodbye to Professor Li and Chen Suhua and going their separate ways.
