At Wuzhen, Mao Mao gave us a thorough tour of the history, lifestyle and culture of the Wuzhenites. You have to go there to appreciate it.
We walked pass this restaurant a few times but dared not step in. What if it serves dog meat?
Eventually, overcome by hunger, we took a seat. This food appeared in my photo album although I don’t remember eating it. According to Uncle Lee, one of the signage in chinese says it does serve exotic meat. He might be pulling my leg though. I hope this wasn’t an exotic meat I don’t remember eating!
I ordered a bowl of really superb lamb noodles. The meat was so tender, it almost evaporated. The broth was rich in flavors.
We ordered two bowls of wontons to share. Its fillings crunched when I bit in.
We also had two baskets of dumplings wrapped in dumpling skin that’s thinner than tissue paper.
We ate till we couldn’t eat anymore. After resting for awhile, we heaved our heavy bottoms and walked back to the entrance of the village. Along the way, we came upon a humble little shop offering Black Sesame Seed dessert.
The proprietor claims his wife grinds the sesame seeds for half an hour each load to turn it into paste. What a wonderful wife.
We decided not to let her hard work go to waste. The sesame seed paste is fragrant. We sprinkled it with sugar.
After all that eating, we some how managed to squeeze through the door of the bus back to Hangzhou. Along the way, the bus stopped us at a silk factory. It was just as Uncle Lee, a seasoned China traveler, had told us to expect. 
