Zhang Zhiyuan sent Jiang Feng the names of the dishes he had learned from his grandfather, one by one. After sending the message, he happily turned on his phone, eating breakfast while watching a movie.
The hotel's buffet breakfast offered a rich variety, and the taste was actually not bad, but Zhang Zhiyuan had just had the Swallow-wing Feast the night before. Now, even if he were offered ordinary delicacies from the mountains and seas, he wouldn't be very interested, let alone bread, buns, oatmeal porridge, and pancakes.
"You're really not going to join us later?" Zhang Chu started by downing two big glasses of milk, alternating between sips of milk and bites of the meat bun, enjoying the combination of Eastern and Western flavors.