With that, Wu Liangchen picked up his spoon and scooped up some of the wonton broth to taste.
To be honest, it wasn't very good.
At least, it was a far cry from Uncle Bai's wontons.
Uncle Bai's wontons used a broth simmered from large bones and chicken carcasses.
They might not seem like valuable ingredients, but the resulting broth was rich and mellow.
The broth for this bowl of wontons, on the other hand, was made with expensive ingredients, and he could even taste a hint of seafood. But it was too complex, losing its essential character.
The wontons themselves only confirmed Wu Liangchen's opinion.
The wontons were all for show. The filling was finely minced shrimp paste, which, while not bad, was a flavor Wu Liangchen didn't particularly care for.
As if sensing his disappointment, the already nervous Takizawa Sayon's voice began to tremble.
"Mr. Wu, this…."
