Zhao Hanzhang tasted every dish, and as she walked out of the alley, many households came out with bowls to see her off, warmly inviting her to stay for dinner.
Zhao Hanzhang thanked them with a smile, and pulled Fu Tinghan away quickly.
It was only after they had walked a good distance that she let go of Fu Tinghan, sighing in relief, "Such enthusiasm can be overwhelming."
Fu Tinghan struggled to keep from laughing, "But I saw you enjoying yourself."
"They invited me to eat, how could I show that I found it unpleasant?" Zhao Hanzhang sighed, "Bean and wheat meals are truly difficult to stomach, especially the bean meals."
Fu Tinghan said, "Even though there is plenty of land per capita, the yield per mu is low here. If you want to eat only refined flour, it won't be feasible in the short term. I think buns made with bran are not bad, and they can probably be made into pancakes."
