Zhao Guibi's dishes were all made from bird's nest.
The desserts were blood-sugar bird's nest and bird's nest cake. The main dishes were bird's nest roasted duck, bird's nest shredded chicken, bird's nest milk pig, Bird's nest mixed with foie gras...
Yun Xiangxiang had never heard of Bird's nest banquets in her life. Poverty Limited her imagination, and her impression of Bird's nest was still limited to stews...
"Do you like eating bird's nest very much?" Yun Xiangxiang asked weakly.
"Yes, I like eating bird's nest the most, so I specially hired a chef to study the dishes related to bird's nest. Many of the dishes are original. I tried them after I came back, and they all tasted good, so I took them out to serve you. "Zhao Guibi personally scooped a bowl of bird's nest black bone soup for each of them.
"Aren't you sick of it?" From Zhao Guibi's tone, it seemed like she ate bird's nest as rice all year round.