After taking a few bites, Yang Jingshen knew that his choice to come here was not in vain. Just like what he heard from some people he met yesterday while walking around, the food here was indeed delicious.
There really was no shame even in bringing someone like Luo Cheng to this place, since the food was good. It had an authentic imperial capital air about its craft that was oddly appealing.
Yang Jingshen picked up another soup dumpling with its almost translucent skin from the bamboo basket placed in front of him and slowly bit off the top before slurping out the broth inside. The taste exploded inside his mouth, and from the looks of it, it was one with a chicken and mushroom filling.
