As Yuan Zhou had his own congee for lunch, he was now feeling much better. The stomach that ache slightly did not feel as bad anymore. Therefore, he did not have to shut his eyes and rest in the car. Rather, he was enjoying the scenery outside.
Xiao Xing was still turning his head to look at Yuan Zhou occasionally. He was not planning to give up, intending to convince Yuan Zhou.
"Mr. Yuan, Master Chef Yuan, look, you are so good at cooking. Why do you need to bother with the unauthentic Beijing Roasted Duck?" Xiao Xing said.
"It's still a good idea to give Thailand's Beijing Roasted Duck a try," Yuan Zhou said.
"But your stomach is feeling unwell, right? The roasted duck would be too greasy for the current you. You haven't eaten any meat during lunch," Xiao Xing recalled that Yuan Zhou had not eaten any of the Sour and Spicy Chicken Shreds during lunch.
"Um. That was a dish I prepared just for you," Yuan Zhou said as he tossed Xiao Xing a glance.
