"Is it enough for one white steamed bun for one person?" Wen Qing felt that little thing was a bit pitiful.
"Young master, that's enough. You can control their meal, but you can't control their next meal. As long as your heart is up, it's enough." Lao Luo next to him advised
The waiter nodded and said, "What the old man said is reasonable, I think I will do it like this."
Wenqing nodded gently, expressing his agreement
After the waiter left, Wen Qing picked up the chopsticks on the table, picked up a chopstick [steamed East China Sea Yellow Crocodile] and put it in his mouth.
Once you eat it, it tastes quite average
The fish is not fresh enough, nor tender enough, and it is not as delicious as the waiter boasts about
In addition, he was not hungry at all. He put down his chopsticks as soon as he tasted it, planned to get up and check out and leave.
Downstairs, Xiaoman, like everyone else, got a white steamed bun
She carefully held the white steamed bun, and tears were almost coming out of excitement.
It's been two months! After leaving Chuchen Villa, she hasn't eaten white steamed buns for two months!
After eating tree bark, grass roots, wild vegetables, and wild fruits for two months, these white steamed buns are as precious as gold in her eyes.
Xiaoman found a shade of trees, squatted down, looked at the white steamed bun in his hand, and saw that it was round and white, with fragrance everywhere, which made people's appetite increase greatly.
Xiaoman swallowed a few saliva, opened her mouth, took a bite seriously, and then closed her eyes and savored it carefully.
Ah——, it tastes so delicious. The flour is delicate and must be refined white flour.
Well, it's a bit sweet. Did the store add some sugar when it was made
Hey, it still has a milky smell. Could it be that there is milk added to it?
After a while, Xiaoman woke up from the delicious white steamed bun, opened her eyes and prepared to take a second bite.
At this time, a big yellow dog came over from a distance, waving its tail, drooling, staring at Xiaoman, no, it was the white steamed bun in her hand
Xiaoman hurriedly stood up, stared at the big yellow dog, and told it with his eyes: The evil dog wants to eat my white steamed bun, there is no way! Then, he turned around and leaned towards a crowded place to prevent his baby white steamed bun from being caught.
The evil dog took it away
Xiao Manguang paid attention to the white steamed buns in his hand, but did not pay attention to the way under his feet. He was not careful and tripped by a man's feet stretched out outside, and rushed forward, and fell heavily to the ground.
The white steamed buns flew out like a kite with broken strings