Fu Yang had grown so much, and it was only after Shu Wan arrived that he was deprived of spicy foods, suffering a bit. At other times, Fu Yang had everything he wanted.
As a teenager in puberty, without meat, Fu Yang simply couldn't eat.
So at this moment, he glanced over and directly walked to the side, not intending to pick up his chopsticks at all.
Shu Wan didn't mind; she picked up a bun and, eating it with salted vegetables, seemed to enjoy it bite by bite.
Fu Yang was already a bit hungry, and seeing Shu Wan enjoying her meal so much, he even started to wonder if the bun had an extraordinary aroma.
He watched for a while, and finally couldn't resist, tearing off a small piece and putting it into his mouth.
It was dry, not only stiff but also slightly sour.
Fu Yang almost spat it out but, thanks to the upbringing he had received since childhood, he didn't spit out the food he'd put in his mouth and reluctantly swallowed it.
