Qin Huai waved his hand to interrupt Guli's words, picked up a third Golden Thread Shaomai and put it in his mouth. Chewing, he said indistinctly, "It's already very good. At least you now understand what feeling I'm talking about."
"You're the only one who understands."
Just thinking about it brought tears to Qin Huai's eyes. Can this world be a bit friendlier to master chefs like him who aren't great with words? Does only he understand what feeling Zheng Da is talking about?
Not far away, Pei Xing watched Qin Huai eat three Golden Thread Shaomai in a row, feeling like the sky was falling and his teeth were about to break from clenching.
Master Qin ate all three of Guli's Golden Thread Shaomai, so what about my Salted Egg Yolk Shumai?!
As a formal employee of Qin Huai, Pei Xing had some understanding of him.
Qin Huai doesn't like eating too much repetitive breakfast in the morning.
