Arriving in Ho Chi Minh City on the late-night flight the day before. This time, I flew with VietJet Air.
Apart from Thailand, Southeast Asian airports often give me a sense of vibrant yet chaotic energy.
This time, I stayed at the Ibis hotel, right across from the airport, convenient for a quick retreat… The room was small, but enough for my three-day stay.
The next day, after a simple breakfast at the hotel, I waited at the nearby department store as arranged for the client’s company car to pick me up.
Client C is the general manager, actually the boss’s kid. He enthusiastically briefed me on everything about the company, then stopped by the roadside and told me this was a French bread that you must try in Vietnam!
Yes, I’m someone who doesn’t want to eat anything after I’m full, but it was really hard to refuse such hospitality, so I had it.
Well, someone who loves fatty meat like me found the taste of the fat inside the bread a bit strange. When C asked if I couldn’t finish it, I said I wasn’t used to the taste. He then mentioned that he wasn’t used to it at first either, but later got used to it and found it delicious.
C calmly finished the French bread.
I tried my best…
