The dried tangerine peel, white fungus, and lotus seed soup in the pot is about to be ready.
Qin Huai was munching on a freshly baked bun while quietly observing the lucky diners in the lobby who were waiting for randomly dropped snacks.
The crowd was quite large.
An all-star lineup.
Xu Tuqiang, Uncle Wang, Mr. Cao, Grandma Ding, Ouyang, the convenience store boss across the street, several elderly folks who were never named from start to finish, Chen Huihong, Luo... Luo Jun? Qu... Qu Jing?
Qin Huai doubted his own eyes and took another bite of the bun.
His bun-baking skills have now become quite adept, whether using an oven or stove, the buns are aromatic and chewy, even good when cooled.
No mistakes, it was indeed Chen Huihong, Luo Jun, and Qu Jing, with the diligent Zhang Shumei standing beside them, the three were chatting and seemed to be enjoying it.
What's going on here?
