"What? Xiao Qin, you didn't practice any snacks at Zhiwei Restaurant a few days ago, and now you're making egg tarts?"
"Are they tasty?"
"Not bad, Tan Wei'an ate three in a row, drank a bowl of tea, got chased away and came back to eat four more. I got it, I'll book my ticket right now. How did you know I love egg tarts the most?"
"It's not just buns, steamed buns, shumai... it's all the same, I love egg tarts too. I've had enough to eat in Gusu recently. By the way, you were absolutely right last time. Zheng Da really can't make snacks at Huang Ji for more than three days in a row. After you left, Zheng Da made snacks for two days and then rested, turning into working one day and resting the next. He came today, and I guess he won't come tomorrow."
"How's Zheng Da's mood?"
