The next morning.
After cleaning up in the master bedroom bathroom, Franca walked into the living room and immediately saw plastic bags piled on the wooden dining table. Those semi-transparent white plastic bags contained various foods like fried dough sticks, sesame balls, steamed dumplings, xiaolongbao, and regular steamed buns. Next to them were cups of soy milk and bottles of milk.
The aroma permeating the air felt both familiar and tempting to Franca. She blurted out in surprise, "Who bought all this?"
Don't you need me as a guide to help with communication anymore?
Is this really a "foreigner" who's been here for less than 24 hours?
Lumian smiled and pointed to himself. "Of course it was me."
Franca looked him up and down. "You bought so much breakfast at once, didn't the shopkeeper find it strange?"
