Mi Lan was just wondering why Lin Xu hadn't come over when it was time to eat, turns out he was tinkering with a new dish.
She looked at the ginkgo covered in honey on the plate, a bit incredulous that ginkgo could look so pretty:
"It looks tempting... I'm the oldest here, so I'll dig in first!"
Chen Yan glanced over and said:
"This dish, it's like that famous Poetry and Etiquette Ginkgo from Lu cuisine, right?"
Lin Xu sat down, picked up a slice of pressed pig head meat and put it in his mouth:
"Yes, the same, but when plating Poetry and Etiquette Ginkgo, you have to add the carved words Poetry and Etiquette. It's a well-known dish at Confucius' feasts, with a lot of rules, every dish has its origin and story."
As soon as Poetry and Etiquette Ginkgo is mentioned, the weight of history rushes in.
But Lin Xu doesn't like to burden food with too much content, honey ginkgo is more fitting, it's just a simple dessert dish, no need for unnecessary pressure.
