It is the Chinese name for Lasagne.
It always reminds me of Dad. When he took me to this fancy Italian in Wangfujin when he visited me during his business trip in Beijing.
That was my first time eating Lasagne. I don’t actually remember it’s taste or whether it was tasty or bad. I just remember dad sitting opposite me, looking at me eating with a satisfied look on his face. He has that look whenever I’ve done something his proud of or he has brought me something fancy or intriguing from his business trips. That look
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