"No, no, Boss Jing, you're really genuine." Zhang Yicheng quickly flattered.
Wu Jiang whispered to Zhang Yicheng, "I was wrong before. A true boss can eat whatever they want, wherever and whenever." Zhang Yicheng nodded in agreement. Chive and egg pastries aren't rare; what's rare is eating them at this time and place. Who else could do that?
Crunch! Zhang Yicheng took a bite of the chive and egg pastry so fresh it practically melted in his mouth, blending with the crisp, pan-fried dough. After finishing the pastry, he gnawed on a chicken butt, munching on parts Boss Jing didn't like.
Finally, he stuffed a greasy sausage between two pastries, eating it like a meat sandwich, steam rising from his mouth, tears of joy streaming down, as he started another round of devouring. Boss Jing didn't mind his appetite because Boss Jing could eat more.
Jing Shu suddenly stopped eating, her cheeks puffed out like a squirrel, but completely still.
She frowned, staring into the distance.
