"Wow, these pan-fried buns are terrifyingly intense..."
Li Jing marveled, gripping a pan-fried bun with both hands, and with a slight squeeze, the rich broth flowed endlessly.
"Now I understand why this little foodie is so easily captivated. To win a woman's heart, you must first win her stomach. The ancients were not wrong!"
Hmm? Why aren't they reacting?
Li Jing spoke a few more words, yet found no one paid her any mind. She shifted her gaze from the buns to Zhuo Qianqian and the others, only to see them storm inhaling the buns, not even bothering with chopsticks. They held one in each hand, their mouths bulging as if another one was hidden inside.
Another glance at the plate, and her eyes almost popped out: "Where are my buns? My towering mountain of buns?! Why are there only two left?"
Still no response from anyone. Jiang Chenchen even snatched another bun from the plate.
"Hey! You brazen thief, put that bun down! If you've got guts, come for me!"
