With a flash of inspiration, Yuan Zhou thought of the problem regarding one of the snacks of Cantonese cuisine.
"If it's a variety of flavors, it seems that I should go to Guangdong. It won't take long. One day should be enough." Yuan Zhou thought of his schedule quickly.
Nobody else knew what Yuan Zhou was thinking about, but Deng Xueli felt that she had solved a little of her obsession. She picked up the enamel cup again and drank up the cold egg soup in one gulp. Then, she started to eat seriously.
Deng Xueli, who was eating, didn't think about anything else, because her mouth and mind were all occupied by the delicious food.
The extremely thin steamed bacon was held between the brown chopsticks. The fatty part was so thin that it was translucent, while the lean part had a beautiful Rouge color and traces of muscle were clearly defined.
