"What's wrong with Aunt? And what's wrong with Himoni? It's got to be the elders who cook it to make it tasty. We've all grown up eating these things, it's only them!"
"Ah Ni, it's not like that," said the young man awkwardly, "What we say doesn't count, this is the Romantic Country Olympic Village, whether inside or outside the village, all food preparation processes and environments have strict hygiene requirements."
"The food trucks not only need business licenses but also have to pass peoples' inspections. Everyday, someone comes to check the hygiene environment of the food truck, it must meet standards to operate."
"The food made by the elders is delicious, but..."
As he said this, the man's voice gradually dropped, and those eavesdropping also quietly sighed inside.
The old generation's food tastes great, but hygiene is overlooked. At home, in those traditional markets, it wouldn't be an issue. The problem is we're abroad, and in the Olympic Village no less.
