"Frying, boiling, whatever works! But fried rice cakes mixed with seasoning are the most delicious!" Shen Songming thought Pei Qin's kneading was quite impressive, and once again felt she had the virtues of a good wife and mother. If she were a bit gentler, a bit more thrifty, a little more foolish, and didn't know how to fight, she would indeed be the perfect wife and mother!
Sun Xiujin looked at him as he spoke about fried rice cakes, as if they were the most delicious thing in the world, and couldn't help but feel that fried rice cakes actually must be tasty. "Isn't Young Master Shen from Jinan Prefecture? Do people there also pound rice cakes?"
"People from the south have the tradition of pounding rice cakes!" Shen Songming's family was from a southern city in his previous life.
After hearing that, Sun Xiujin asked again, "Young Master Shen knows even this; you must have been to the south, to many places, right?"
"I have been there once." It wasn't even him who went.
