Only then did she realize.
She was very likely not a native of Lin City, which probably explained the significant differences between her and her peers.
Before long, the dishes they had ordered arrived at the table, one after another.
As Zhao Cuinong ate, she nodded and couldn't help but sigh, "The taste of this restaurant is indeed good."
This was her first time eating such authentic farmhouse cuisine since coming to Qing City.
Lin Guixiang nodded in agreement.
The elderly couple came over with a plate of dessert and placed it on the table, "My husband and I are genuine Qing City locals and have been in business here for fifty or sixty years."
Seeing the dessert on the table, Lin Guixiang quickly reminded, "Auntie, there's been a mistake, we didn't order this dessert."
The elderly woman chuckled, "This is on the house for the two of you, Furong taro cake, all homemade, please have a taste."
"Thank you, Auntie," both Lin Guixiang and Zhao Cuinong expressed their gratitude.
