Ling Miao ate her wontons, glanced at Susan who was still sighing, and shook her head with a smile.
As mentioned before, cooking techniques in the interstellar era are still somewhat crude. Even though they are all wontons, different cooking methods result in different textures.
My previously wavering resolve, fueled by Susan, was instantly strengthened.
As Ling Miao ate her wontons, she suddenly began to look forward to tomorrow's food festival.
The two of them got up very early the next morning as well.
After packing everything up, Ling Miao and Susan pushed the cart to the United Market.
When we arrived at the location, it was already past 10 a.m., just a few hours before the food festival officially started.
The previously vacant spaces around the square were now occupied by vendors, and the entire square was packed with stalls.
Only now did Ling Miao realize the true bustling atmosphere. The food stalls she had seen on the outskirts yesterday paled in comparison to the endless stream of people inside.
Even the number of people has increased significantly.
Ling Miao was busy looking around and didn't notice that the stall owners around her were staring at her.
The food festival stalls are basically fixed, because the people making the food are basically the same every year.
Aside from a few emerging food enthusiasts who are being supported, the owners of the food stalls in Union Square generally know each other every year.
Seeing Ling Miao looking around, many people secretly shook their heads, guessing that it was probably some lucky guy who had received an invitation to support a new culinary talent.
Hopefully, she can maintain her composure later.
Some people gloated, but most people only glanced at it a few times before looking away.
Newcomers aren't worth paying attention to; I just wonder if the old guys have come up with any new dishes this year.
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