"Master, what is this?"
"Something delicious." Lu Jin'an glanced at Zhiyu: "Do you want something sweet or salty?"
"Sweet!" Zhiyu immediately raised his hand.
Lu Jin'an sighed, sure enough, Zhiyu was a fan of sweets.
So Lu Jin'an ordered one bowl of sweet and one bowl of salty, then took five pieces of fried dough sticks.
After sitting down, Lu Jin'an added some leek flowers and chili oil to his bowl, then looked at Zhiyu who was eating happily across from him, and tempted, "Zhiyu, try mine, it's also delicious."
Zhiyu looked up at Lu Jin'an, then scooped a spoonful of Lu Jin'an's tofu pudding into his mouth, shook his head and said, "Sweet is better."
"Okay."
Lu Jin'an gave up, raised his mask slightly, and finally tasted the long-missed tofu pudding.
"Master, Zhiyu wants another bowl."
Oil stick in hand, Zhiyu blinked and said.
"Waiter, two more bowls."
"Alright!"
"Long live Master!"
After eating three bowls, Zhiyu patted his small belly: "Master, Zhiyu is full."
