"Why?" Wang Yanran retorted.
"I'm talking about a local specialty breakfast here, and that's savory soy milk!" Luofeng said.
When it comes to soy milk, sweet or savory, old Shanghai people seem to prefer savory soy milk, and they love to drink piping hot savory soy milk.
In the savory soy milk, there are pieces of fried dough, pickled mustard greens, dried shrimp, spring onion, and in the past, seaweed, with a spoonful of sesame oil and chili oil. It tastes rich, aromatic, and visually pleasant, incredibly satisfying.
Of course, for those who like it, the taste is great and very satisfying.
But for those who don't like it, so many things mixed together seem miscellaneous.
Doesn't it feel like an appetite killer just looking at it?
"Change it, change it, I know this, can't really accept it." Shen Na shook her head.
"Then let's change it, I'll take you to eat pan-fried buns!" Luofeng suggested.
