Tong Xingda held a lotus seed paste mooncake. He bit into it, the sweet, rich, but not greasy taste filled his mouth instantly. He paused, then began to chew heartily.
Qiao Xiaomai was a person he detested from head to toe.
However, even against his conscience, he could not deny that the food prepared by Xiaomai was delicious.
Seeing this, the others in the courtyard stood up and made their way towards the table.
Villagers, if not eating stir-fry, each held a bowl and found their favorite place to eat. Now with this delicious food, they all gathered around.
Tong Tiehu was sitting with Tong Xingda. Tong Sanlang served Tong Xingda and then served him. Tiehu took one and tasted the bean paste filling.
The sweet, not greasy taste, with a faint aroma, was the craftsmanship of Qiao Xiaomai.
Tong Erlang took a bite of his mooncake, it was filled with ham. The salty ham paired with the sweet crust, the sweet and savory mix was a bit strange, but also very delicious.