Shen Siyuan finally understood why Grandma always grew cilantro, it was because Shen Guanchao loved to eat it.
Chilled cilantro with some dried tofu threads and peanuts, topped with red chili oil, the red and green combination not only looked beautiful but tasted amazing too.
"You still remember that I love this?" Shen Guanchao was very pleased.
"Eat more if you like it, you might not have the chance in the future." Grandma said with a chuckle.
"It's okay, I'm content just being able to eat it again. Gui Yan, you should try it too. Aunt Yu Suzhen's chilled cilantro is a masterpiece, I've never forgotten it all these years."
Shen Guiyan picked up a piece with her chopsticks and then smiled, "No wonder you often ask if they have this dish when eating out, the root was here all along."
"It's a pity that very few restaurants have this dish, and even if they do, it's not authentic. I tried making it myself before, but it just didn't taste right," said Shen Guanchao.
