Shu Wan had tasted the most primitive versions of these dishes in her previous life when the nomadic people had yet to unite and were still known as Barbarians.
Shu Wan had pursued deserters to that area and was warmly welcomed by the locals, so she always had a distinct impression of the food there.
Hearing Shu Wan's words, Fu Yang frowned with disgust, "Why are you always thinking about eating these messy things? Is the food at Lanting not to your liking anymore, or has Guiyuxuan deteriorated?"
"I'm tired of it," Shu Wan said honestly.
Even though the technological level of ancient times wasn't as advanced as now, in terms of food, it might have been even more exquisite than what is eaten today.
Shu Wan had grown tired of meals fit for state banquets; instead, she had never encountered the various types of folk snacks from the modern day.
"You really have a way with words."
