"Just smelling it, you know it's delicious," Liu Da said with a laugh. "If you have land for chilis, isn't planting a Sichuan pepper tree easy? Next time, I'll bring you some Sichuan peppercorns and some green Sichuan peppercorns. I guarantee you'll be able to eat authentic mapo tofu even here in Yangcheng City."
Old Zhang nodded repeatedly. "That's right. I was even planning on making my own chili bean paste!"
The three of them chatted and laughed as they walked toward Old Zhang's sidecar motorcycle, which was parked nearby.
When they arrived at Old Zhang's warehouse, he led the two into the courtyard, telling them that a lot of smuggled goods had been seized before the new year and that they were guaranteed to be satisfied with this batch.
After going inside and sitting down, Liu Da said to him, "Old Zhang, we're old friends now. I'd like to ask you for a favor. We'll make it worth your while once it's done."
