Chapter 59 Han Guishan

Director Han couldn't help but glance at the vegetable bun in his hand.

It was a very ordinary vegetable bun, prepared with pickled vegetables just like in his childhood—except the dough back then was rougher, and they would add bran and rice paste and a bunch of wild vegetables to make a soup, eating it for three meals a day.

Most crucially, this vegetable bun reminded him of his mother, long since passed.

A cook's daughter's best dish in her lifetime turned out to be vegetable buns.

"Which student made this pickled vegetable bun?" Director Han couldn't help but ask.

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The student responsible for the pickled vegetable buns was currently being sent to heaven by the spiciness of diced chicken with chili.

Jiang Feng had lost track of how many glasses of water he had drunk—essentially one piece of meat, one gulp of water, his eyes watering from the spiciness.

Jiang Feng even felt his mouth was swelling.

Upon checking, it seemed it really had swollen up.