This was a Manchu Han Imperial Feast that Tang Feng had cooked for their family for the first time on his tenth birthday.
Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, sour cabbage with shredded potatoes, stir-fried dragon's whiskers, mapo tofu, a bought platter of marinated meats, a beggar's chicken, boiled shrimps, steamed crabs, egg custard, braised fish, and a large clay pot of corn, Chinese yam, and pork rib soup.
A standard ten dishes plus one soup, even the types of dishes were exactly the same, and of course, the presentation was naturally much better than when Tang Feng was ten.
This table of food had all three elders tearing up.
"I miss Fengfeng," Tang Shengyi's eyes reddened as he choked up.
Su Ruoan missed her son just as much, but joining the military was his lifelong dream. He had wanted to join the army so badly that he cried in his room when he wasn't selected in his senior year of high school.
