"Hey? Xiao Jie, are you saying you've changed the recipe for your deep-fried five-spice?"
"What? Changed the recipe? Well, I must try it. I've been eating this for more than ten years, and suddenly you change the recipe. I'm curious now."
"Oh? Has Ajie finally had a breakthrough? You know how to change the recipe? But if you've skimmed on ingredients with this new recipe, don't blame this old uncle for not supporting you anymore."
Jie Ge, carrying his food box, found his old neighbors in the marketplace, ready to have them taste his newly made deep-fried five-spice.
The old neighbors heard that Jie Ge changed the recipe and were quite interested. After all, it was past the busiest time, so they gathered together.
Old Mr. Fang picked up a deep-fried five-spice, held it up to his eyes for a careful look, but couldn't see any difference. Smelling it still brought that familiar fried tofu skin fragrance.
"It looks no different, so the change must be in the filling."
