Over here, Wen Bao wasn't the least bit excited about the Zhang Family's money.
Money, he's seen plenty of it.
Besides, with just one phone call, Wen Bao could settle the Zhang Family's money issues.
Wen Bao was a bit excited, though, and the reason was the pancakes made by Mrs. Xie.
He took them back to Liu Zhizhong's house and couldn't wait to tear open the vacuum packaging of a pancake.
Although it was cold, the familiar aroma wafting through the air made Wen Bao's heart race, his mouth almost watering.
He resisted the urge and ended up baking it in the microwave, then took it out, even more mouth-wateringly fragrant, a temptation to the taste buds!
He devoured it in big mouthfuls—the chewy hometown wheat flour, the fragrant local pork... oh, the mouth is filled with the aroma of oil, so lingering in taste.
It's been so many years, and this familiar taste has come again.
