Eight dishes in total. Even the rock sugar-sweetened radishes, simply because they were prepared with white sugar, could be considered a fancy dish these days.
You had to admit, Du Chunjiang's apologetic attitude was quite sincere.
Once all the dishes were on the table, Du Chunjiang climbed off the kang.
He opened the wooden crate that had previously held apples, took out a green bottle of 55% ABV Xifengjiu, and returned to the kang. He smiled at Zhao Jun. "Technician Zhao, this is good stuff. How about a drink?"
Under Du Chunjiang's expectant gaze, Zhao Jun shook his head. "Leader Du, I don't drink."
At these words, Du Chunjiang's expression shifted slightly, but then Zhao Jun continued, "Leader Du, I really can't hold my liquor. You've prepared such a feast for me, so I'll just focus on the food."
