An Lan held his hand suddenly and said seriously, "Baohan, I realized that I was wrong, this is definitely not some simple meal, this is a delicacy."
Xu Baohan took a sip of water, cleared his throat, and reminded her, "I'm sorry, Ms An, this is the 50 dollars per kilo ordinary beef that I bought from the supermarket, it's not the imported beef that you usually eat."
An Lan was speechless.
"Eat some more, you'll find that the local beef is sweeter," Xu Baohan said gently. "Ms An, we need to be patriotic, now that the trade war is so intense, don't increase the GDP of other countries when it comes to food, our country is so big, we can be self-sufficient in food."
"... what you said makes sense. I'm deeply ashamed." An Lan nodded with a serious look, "So it's our country's beef, no wonder it smells so good even before I eat it, I think I can take two big bowls of rice with it."
"It smells good because I'm a good cook," Xu Bohan reminded her kindly.