"Wow..."
The soft skin and fat of the pork knuckle melted in her mouth. The unparalleled aroma of meat and grease, combined with a steamed bun soaked in the savory broth, created an ultimate yet simple delicacy that made her exclaim in spite.
That single "wow" instantly transported Lin Chen back to his days of watching Korean variety shows.
That tone, that exclamation, that exaggeration—yep, she was definitely Korean!
She took a bite of the broth-soaked bun, then shoveled in a few mouthfuls of rice steeped in the stew, mixed with tender vermicelli and potatoes. The flavor was simply beyond description.
Hearing the series of exaggerated sighs, Erica blinked, looking at Jin Meiyan with some confusion before turning to Lin Chen with a questioning gaze.
"You'll get used to it. Koreans are just that dramatic in daily life. They amplify all sorts of emotional feedback to make each other more comfortable. It's a kind of social skill."
