Yang Wenxiao's gaze rested on the delicate Glutinous Rice Cakes.
He took the small dish and sat down at the table.
Yang Wang gave Yang Ye a glance, which carried a hint of boastfulness.
Yang Ye rolled his eyes in frustration, handed the bowl of Fish Head Tofu Soup to Yang Wenxiao, and then took a seat at the table.
Today was a family feast attended only by the three of them, grandfather and grandchildren.
Yang Wenxiao picked up one of the small Glutinous Rice Cakes with his chopsticks, examined it carefully, then brought it up to his mouth. The fragrant and sweet essence endlessly invaded his nostrils. He opened his mouth and put the cake in.
It's very soft.
Something his teeth could completely endure.
The Bean Paste in the middle was very sweet, but not at all greasy.
A familiar fragrance was mixed within the soft sweetness.
That scent, which had danced on his dreams for over fifty years.