The surface of the bun that was previously white had turned brown now, and Bai Chen's saliva almost fell from his mouth as his nostrils were teased by the delicious aroma.
He wasn't someone who liked to experiment with his food, and he had never roasted his buns even when he was in his previous life because he found that kind of thing quite childish.
However, the smell of the roasted bun in his hands tantalized him, and he soon forgot his opinion that experimenting with food was childish.
It seemed the bun was roasted to perfection as if Wu Jinhai knew how to do it properly like a professional chef, and Bai Chen couldn't help but take the first bite.
The bun was indeed warm when it touched his tongue, and for some reason, Bai Chen thought that it was the most delicious bun he had ever tasted.
'Maybe it's because I'm so hungry that this bun suddenly tastes so good,' he thought because he didn't want to praise the masked man too much.
