"Are you sure you want to eat the delicacies from the 'Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival'?" Xuan Shi asked Nie Guangyi.
"Yes!" Nie Guangyi was always full of vigor, and now he was even more resolute.
"But, the painting has no smell, and there's nowhere in the 'Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival' that specifically depicts the color of the dishes."
"Not a single one?" Nie Guangyi began to recall himself.
It is said that the 'Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival' is teeming with delicious food.
Within a single scroll, there are as many as 45 dining establishments.
Nie Guangyi had longed for many years, yet he had never heard of any restaurant that had its dishes clearly depicted.
"No." Xuan Shi's certainty verified the thoughts in Nie Guangyi's mind.
Xuan Shi continued, "Even the takeout guy holding two plates, you can't tell exactly what's in them."
"So what do we do? I've wanted to sample the 'Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival' delicacies for a long time."
