The hotel's buffet indeed covers a wide range, with the three young men carrying trays and picking and choosing, keeping Lun Chuan's advice to "take a little bit first to try" in mind, as the first mouthful of custard bun went in.
Qiaoqiao silently put on a sullen face.
Chen Chi, who didn't eat La Song's family's ingredients every day, looked at him:
"I didn't take this, you don't eat it, I want to eat it."
Thus, the custard bun was handed over to him.
Yang Zhengxi was already beginning to adapt to his summer camp, holding a particularly strong belief as he tried the pan-fried bun—
Hmm, the hotel's dining does have standards.
But, it's hard to go from luxury to simplicity!
He donned a mask of pain and silently ate it.
At the same time, he was silently composing the post for his WeChat Moments:
