In no time, they arrived near an alley with a distinctive old Shangjing flavor.
Chu Kuanglan, familiar with the surroundings, parked the car and led the group into a restaurant with a sign that read "Beijing Flavors Restaurant." The establishment was decorated with a classical charm and was bustling with business.
They booked an elegant private room on the second floor, near the window.
Outside the window were the gray walls and dark tiles of the alley, and the neon lights of the distant city, offering a unique flavor.
Soon, the table was filled with dishes like the roasted duck, glistening brown and shiny with oil, crystal-clear pork knuckles, crispy meatballs, sautéed tripe, mustard greens...
Each dish was an authentic Shangjing delicacy, filling the air with enticing aromas.
Jiang Wei's eyes noticeably brightened, and though she still tried to maintain the poise of a little adult, her chopstick speed clearly increased.
