"Your Excellency, how does the taste feel? Do you think it suits the palate of the people over there?"
Lu Ping'an put down his chopsticks, thought for a moment, and took another piece of Wanjing roast duck for himself.
Not bad, fatty without being greasy, and there was a faint scent of wood. He had never tasted such authentic Wanjing roast duck in his past life.
And on this table, there were mostly dishes of this grade... whether in terms of quality or cooking, they were all at a master's level. Lu Ping'an felt that they were using "common ingredients" as much as possible, just that...
"...It won't work; their tastes aren't that refined. Moreover, it's too greasy for the Long Hand Clan and too bland for the Fishman. If you are mainly doing business with humans, hehe, my 'hometown cuisine' restaurant would almost go bankrupt."
"Really... How about you try this?"
