"Hmm? This steamed bun tastes really good."
Professor Ai picked up a steamed bun and, upon tasting it, found the flavor to be exceedingly delicious.
Moreover, it was soft on the top and crunchy on the bottom, offering an exceptionally rich texture. It actually tasted better than the ones he had in Shanghai while on a business trip.
Zhuo Qianqian chuckled proudly, "Of course, it has to taste good. You should see who made it."
Professor Ai looked puzzled, "You didn't make it, so why are you so pleased?"
Zhuo Qianqian explained, "The stall is run by my boss and boyfriend. Teacher, with you praising him like that, of course, I'm proud."
Uighur girls have always been daring in love and hate, passionate and generous. She never hid her relationship with him.
Professor Ai cast a curious glance in Wang Fan's direction, "I remember seeing him once in the lecture hall. Even though he was wrapped up tightly, you could tell just by his eyes that he's a solid guy. Good eye."
