Because he had something on his mind, Jiang Yu's movements appeared quick. In no time, he brewed tea and placed it on the coffee table in front of Jia Dequan; by the way, he brewed himself a cup too.
After they both sat down on the sofa, Jiang Yu finally spoke:
"Can we talk now?"
"Hehe, actually, not only have I heard about this, most people probably know, right?"
Jia Dequan picked up his tea cup, blew away the leaves floating on top, took a careful sip, smacked his lips, and then said with a smile,
"For example, someone frequently ate the crust from a firewood stove when they were young. After many years, suddenly they unintentionally tasted that firewood stove crust again, and it triggered childhood memories—isn't that quite normal?"
After a pause, he continued,
"Just like what you told me before, why does Miss Pan really enjoy eating tomato oat noodle fish?
