"Hey." Wang Zhanpeng looked at the door of the roast duck restaurant and sighed softly: "Time flies so fast. I remember that the last time I came to Dadong Roast Duck was in 1992. At that time, the shop had just opened for a few years, and the taste was quite delicious. authentic."

"The taste is authentic, and it's not as good as the ducks on the mountain." Wang Ming smiled, looked at the family of three walking in the front with some emotion, shook his head and said, "Don't say anything else, if it wasn't for the little man, we You can’t even eat that kind of human food.”

"that's right."