Local specialty is just a substitute term.
It doesn't necessarily mean delicious.
For example, the specialty of country A is water from the Ganges River, it's not just about the taste, it's a matter of whether one's digestive system or life force is strong enough—dare to try?
I digress.
The cake from afar is certainly edible, and what's important isn't the taste, but Pei Linhan's heartfelt intention as a father.
Sending a feather from a thousand miles away, the gift is light but the sentiment is heavy.
"I think it's quite nice, everyone's taste is different, right?"
Jiang Chen spoke to himself, while continuing to pick up the piece of cake he had tried earlier and putting it into his mouth.
He definitely meant well, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere, but his words seemed to make the situation even more awkward.
Seeing him eat most of a piece of cake, Pei Yunxi felt a bit bad for him.
