"I just had some porridge," Tang Yue said, feeling not hungry since she recently finished a bowl.
"Porridge isn't very filling, have a bun too."
Yuan Yu casually put the lunchbox on the table, saying, "I just bought this new lunchbox, sterilized it with hot water, haven't used it yet, sis, you don't mind, right?"
"I don't mind." Looking at Yuan Yu's enthusiastic demeanor, Tang Yue couldn't refuse at all. She thought for a moment and said, "There's still porridge in the pot, let me get you a bowl."
"Thank you, sis."
Yuan Yu, being straightforward, started eating the porridge with the buns. As she ate, she praised, "These buns here are really tasty. Sis, do you want to try one? A bowl of porridge is like water, not very filling."
Under Yuan Yu's persistent persuasion, Tang Yue took a bun. The meat bun was quite substantial, the dough was soft and fragrant, and the meat filling was generous. It tasted pretty good with one bite.
