Scarlett Yates stared blankly at him, as if utterly shocked, unable to say a word for a long time.
The man smiled slightly and added another portion of food to her plate with his chopsticks, "If you like it, have some more. My chef here is quite good, and I think these dishes must suit your taste."
It wasn't until then that Scarlett noticed the table was filled with dishes she knew all too well.
These were merely ordinary home-cooked dishes, but ones she had been eating for over a decade.
Each dish, she could never forget.
The spread of dishes on the table was exactly the same as the New Year's Eve dinner she had every year as a child.
But what shocked her most wasn't the identical dishes; it was the mapo tofu just now, which tasted exactly like what she had before.
The replication of the dishes was not surprising, as these were not difficult banquets and anyone with some cooking skills could make them.
But to recreate the taste exactly, without the slightest difference...
