Mr. Zheng and Master Huang didn't really enter, just stood at the door chatting, mainly discussing Zheng Siyuan's lifelong matter for over ten minutes. They only stopped when Zheng Siyuan, carrying bags big and small of packed pastries, came out.
"Why did you buy so much?" Mr. Zheng was surprised; he had been making pastries all his life but didn't want to have these sweet and salty pastries for dinner.
It was rare for him to come to Beiping, wasn't it? Tonight, he wanted to eat Peking duck.
"It's rare to come here, so I bought a little of everything," Zheng Siyuan said, "Dad, Master, where do you want to go next?"
