Chen Nan laughed: "Literally."
He had indeed told Nie Xiaoyu before that he liked eating dumplings, especially those filled with chives, egg, and shrimp.
It was the only taste of his mother's cooking he could remember.
Only, the taste of his mother's dumplings had become very faint in his life.
Fortunately.
Nie Xiaoyu appeared.
Although he had yet to taste the dumplings Nie Xiaoyu made, one thing was certain, from now on, Nie Xiaoyu's dumplings would replace the taste of his mother's.
They would become the taste that haunted his dreams.
No matter where he went, no matter whom he met.
This taste would be like an invisible bond, connecting him for the rest of his life.
Because sometimes the taste that people remember isn't just the food itself, but also the kinship and emotion that are mixed in while the food is being prepared!
