Although it seems I haven't actually eaten it.
But can you, like your father, straighten your back a bit, turn your head away, and stop looking at the snacks on the next table.
What's the use of looking now, what were you doing when we were ordering?
Taking forever to order a dish, now the next table's food is served and we can only sit here staring hungrily. Yesterday's afternoon fruits weren't bought well either; those cherries were definitely not 3J, at most 2.5J.
Besides lining up to buy Three Meat Buns and Fermented Rice with Steamed Buns to get more, Qian Zhongheng couldn't figure out what use his son was.
"Hurry up and pour your Uncle Wang some tea." Qian Zhongheng said in a low voice.
The son hurriedly poured tea: "Uncle Wang, have some tea."
"No need, no need, I can pour it myself." Uncle Wang said with a cheerful smile, but his neck was a bit stiff as he too had to control himself from looking at the table next to them.
