The butter scent wafting from the grocery store triggered Yang Jian's pleasant breakfast memories.
No choice, grew up on bread and milk.
If it were the smell of fried youtiao and pancake rolls, he might not even react.
After all, he was just flesh and blood, running around, staying up late, now exhausted physically and mentally.
So at this moment, he didn't think much and turned to walk towards the opposite street.
It wasn't until he reached the entrance that he suddenly realized, why is there a Western restaurant here?
This area doesn't seem like the place where people eat Western food.
The smell of butter from the oven was wonderful, but the blind girl waiting at the door looked so strange, arousing inexplicable alertness in his heart.
But it was too late to be cautious now.
He turned to leave, only to find another blind girl dressed as a pastry chef had quietly appeared behind him.
Do girls in Tianmen walk silently?
Am I under some spell today?
