"Let's go, let's head to the Science and Tech Second Canteen for pan-fried dumplings."
"Those pan-fried dumplings are absolutely delicious. Get a bowl of snail noodles at noon and add some pan-fried dumplings. Slurp a bite of noodles and take a bite of a steamed bun. It's just too satisfying."
Zhang Zhaoyang thought of the owner and got angry.
He really wanted to resist buying pan-fried dumplings, but the fresh taste seemed to linger in his mouth, which made him unconsciously recommend them to his friends.
"Guys, let's go try out the newly opened pan-fried dumplings at the Science and Tech Second Canteen. Those little buns burst with juice in one bite, and they're indeed delicious. Just one thing, whatever you do, don't argue with the owner about why one dumpling costs 1 yuan but five cost 10 yuan. It's not worth the lifespan reduction."
"Bang!"
Cheng Mingyu slapped the table: "Even if the Emperor himself came, 1 yuan each should mean 5 yuan for five!"
