Chapter 450 The Same World, The Same Mom

Although the dishes at the Eight-treasure House tasted average, the speed of service was very fast. It was only a few minutes after the Peking duck was served that all the other dishes, except the wine-lees steamed buns, were on the table.

Jiang Feng didn't notice anything when ordering, but suddenly realized after the dishes were served that they hadn't ordered a single vegetarian one.

Preserved meat, mustard duck feet, roast lamb chops, roast lamb leg, roast duck—each was a substantial dish in its own right. On an ordinary dining table, any one of these five dishes would outshine the others, but on Jiang Feng's table, they competed for attention, each as spectacular as the next.

Jiang Zaidi, who was in charge of paying the bill, certainly lived up to his role as a fair ruler, tasting each dish, bite after bite, without worrying about mixing flavors.