Meng Shuyan was overjoyed; turns out his taste in food was inherited from his dad. He started counting on his fingers, slowly listing things: "I like eating the things Mom braised—braised eggs, braised chicken legs, braised chicken wings, braised duck necks, braised duck feet, braised pig trotters. Then there's lamb skewers, beef skewers, bone-in meat skewers, pigeon soup, hairy crabs, crayfish, braised carp, oily wide noodles, and also Mom's homemade versions of KFC, French fries, sandwiches, bread, little pastries, baozi… Oh, and drinks too, like flower tea, watermelon juice, pomelo tea…"
Jiang Jinghuai silently noted his son's preferences, but the more he listened, the deeper his gaze became, even as something seemed to stir within.
