My name is Jiang Jianjun, a retired university professor of architecture. That's right, architecture, architecture, architecture.
Important things need to be said three times because that's how I can explain why I can't articulate the taste of the steamed buns—because it's outside my expertise.
These steamed buns are really hard to describe; they're the kind of deliciousness that's hard to fully express in words.
To say they're delicious seems inadequate to express my amazement at the taste. After thinking it over, the only words that could directly convey my feelings are "Holy cow."
"Hahaha, Old Jiang, you're not any better. After looking down on me for ages, all you can say is 'Holy cow!' Hahaha..."
Old Zhao pointed at Professor Jiang, laughing loudly.
See, old Jiang, you mocked me, and look who's tripped up now? This is poetic justice, hahaha!
