"To be honest, I just can't stand British food."
Duanmu Huai sat in the car, incessantly complaining.
"I used to think it was just a joke when people said the worst nightmare was to let the British cook, but now I understand it is a sad truth."
Looking at the scenery outside the car, Duanmu Huai sighed deeply. To tell the truth, at first, he really thought so, as this is a modern civilization city, a melting pot of various cultures. Maybe it was just the local British food that was hard to swallow, but foreign cuisine might be palatable, and at worst, there was always fast food...
Okay, Duanmu Huai admitted, he had misjudged.
There was just nothing edible in Britain.
Take fruit, for instance. Despite the world being full of succulent fruits, all you could find in the supermarkets were sour and unpalatable ones. Despite the country's location, importing delicious fruits shouldn't be difficult, yet all you could find in any supermarket were these atrocious ones.
