A square table, with Jiang Cheng and George each taking half.
The distinct contrast of two cuisines, leaving both parties satisfied.
"Jiang... thank you. This is my favorite meal since I got here."
After listening intently to George, Jiang Cheng replied, "I'm glad you like it. There are many types of foods in Hua Xia. You can slowly try different ones as you get used to them, and maybe you'll find something else you like."
George wasn't really listening because he was too hungry.
He hadn't been eating well on the way here, and it was the same after arriving in Hua Xia.
Seeing this, Jiang Cheng stopped talking, and the two began their long-overdue lunch in silence.
The people from the nearby furniture factory looked on, curling their lips.
This foreigner's taste is quite peculiar, isn't it?
Simple carrots and potato chunks without much flavor, yet he's eating with such relish?
Truly pitiful, the poor guy probably hasn't had anything decent to eat.
