"Okay." Zhaodi took it happily.
The group arrived at the weaving factory.
The gatekeeper greeted Tian Chengcheng warmly when he saw her. "Fubao is here. Are you here to see your godmother again today? She seems to have had some problems at home and hasn't been here for the past two days."
"Ah?" Tian Chengcheng was also stunned. "What happened?"
"It seems someone in the family is sick. I heard it's her lover."
“…” Tian Chengcheng was even more confused.
Luo Hongyan is only about 45 years old, and her lover is probably not much older either.
"Thank you, uncle. I really didn't know. I'll go check it out while I'm busy." Tian Chengcheng smiled and handed over two soup dumplings. "Uncle, we're here to sell soup dumplings. They're filled with good meat. The key is the craftsmanship. This is a skill passed down from the imperial kitchen in the palace. Please help me try it."
"The craftsmanship of the imperial kitchen? Is it so amazing? Then I really have to try it. But I can't eat these buns for free. How much is one? I'll pay for it."
"Uncle, I'll give you two to try. You can buy more later if you want to eat them. But these buns sell to others for 20 cents each, so I'll just give you the cost of 15 cents each."
Tian Chengcheng said it in advance.
The guard was a little hesitant to buy a can at 20 cents each.
But since I had already said it, I had no choice but to take a bite. This bite was amazing. The rich soup and tender meat filling looked crystal clear, and after swallowing it, the fragrance lingered on my lips and teeth, leaving an endless aftertaste.
"This is so delicious! Don't even mention the cooking skills of the imperial kitchen. I would believe you if you said it was a fairy from heaven."
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