Qin Huai tossed a basin of filling to Tan Wei'an: "Since you're so free, help me cook the filling for the Five Fillings Bun, and cut back on the novels."
After saying this, Qin Huai clapped his hands and walked away.
Tan Wei'an, surprised by the sudden task, stared at the large basin of filling in confusion, staring at it for a good five or six seconds before asking Zhao Cheng'an, "Doesn't Qin Huai usually just make those large, filling snacks? Why is he making Five Fillings Bun now?"
Zhao Cheng'an: "... Shouldn't you be asking where Qin Huai went?"
"So, where did Qin Huai go?"
"I don't know, maybe he went to the bathroom."
"Then why is he making Five Fillings Bun?"
"I have even less idea, he's been making these since I arrived."
Tan Wei'an: ...
Of course, Qin Huai clapped his hands not to go to the bathroom but to go to the changing room to get his phone, then to recognize apprentices one by one from the messages and photos Tan Wei'an sent him at An Youyou's side.
