Ever since he had eaten twice-cooked pork and mapo tofu, two popular Chinese dishes in the world, Qiao Hongtao felt that Chinese dishes were quite good, especially those made by Yuan Zhou.
The steamed buns for breakfast now gave Qiao Hongtao a whole new experience. He had eaten quite a few steamed buns before, but the fillings were much more precious than this. There were sea cucumber buns, shark fin meat buns, and so on Singapore, but none of them were as delicious as the plain filling in front of him.
After finishing the spicy bun, Qiao Hongtao couldn't wait to pick up the non-spicy one.
If the spicy bun was a heavy-tasting Beijing Opera, then the non-spicy bun should be a Huangmei opera in the soft language of Wu. One was heavy and elegant, while the other was sweet and melodious. They were both delicious.
"It's just that the amount is really a little too little. I don't feel full at all. " Qiao Hongtao looked at Yuan Zhou's direction with a little resentment.
