Master Lin walked forward and opened the lid of the pot, revealing the conch inside.
After eating the conches brought by the boss last time, he had been craving them, so he asked his son to go to his house to get some from the old field. His son had sent them to him this morning. Now, he could take this opportunity to satisfy his hunger with some wine.
Master Lin plated the conches and sat down. He poured himself a small glass of wine, then picked one up and took a sip. But he had just chewed when he frowned. "That's not right. Why is it so different from the ones the boss bought?"
He picked up another and slipped it into his mouth. Then a second, but his frown deepened.
The taste and texture were completely different.
As the saying went, the greater the anticipation, the greater the disappointment. Master Lin frowned.