In the cafeteria of the city education bureau, the soft pendant lights emitted a warm glow, illuminating the dining tables as if they were mirrors.
The aroma of various delicacies wafted through the air, tantalizing everyone's taste buds.
However.
Wan Zhenhong, sitting by the window, had his brows tightly knitted...
He seemed to be deep in thought.
A plate of appetizing food was placed in front of him, especially the braised pork, with its glossy appearance, gently quivering, and exuding an enticing aroma.
But he just lightly moved it with his chopsticks, hardly taking a bite.
It's not that the braised pork in the cafeteria wasn't tasty; on the contrary, it was as good as ever.
The reason he didn't eat much was that he couldn't forget Huang Jun's cooking, especially that braised pork. Its unique texture and aroma lingered in his mind, making him lose interest in other versions of the dish.
Oh...
One can only say... without comparison, there's no harm...
