Zhang Jian poured her a cup of tea, "If you want to eat anything, just tell your uncle."
Shen You'an rolled her eyes, "I want to eat Xu Ji's salted egg yolk pastry. I also want to bring some back for my classmates in Jingzhou tomorrow."
Zhang Jian glanced at his watch, put down his chopsticks, and stood up, "I'll go buy it for you."
There's always a long line at Xu Ji in the evening; the earlier you go, the sooner you can get it.
Qin Yurou bit her lip, wanting to say something but held back.
The sound of the door closing was heard, and the footsteps gradually faded away, leaving only Shen You'an and Qin Yurou at the dining table.
Qin Yurou smiled gently, "Your uncle really dotes on you."
But you sure know how to trouble your uncle.
With just one word from Shen You'an, Zhang Jian put down his half-eaten meal and rushed out to stand in line. Xu Ji is very popular, and the line often stretches several meters at night.
