As soon as the two sat down in the shop, Tong Yaohui brought in two roasted sweet potatoes, along with two plastic spoons, "You guys help yourselves first. If it's not enough, I'll bring more. I'm afraid if I bring too much now, they'll cool off and won't taste good."
After placing the food, Tong Yaohui went outside to sell sweet potatoes. Wang Chun is a girl, and he, being an elder, felt that his presence might interfere with the youngsters' conversation, so he didn't hang around for long.
Wang Chun quickly said, "Thank you, uncle, this is enough."
Wen Yun smiled and said, "Make yourself at home here, don't feel shy. Your Uncle Tong may be a big man, but his roasted sweet potatoes are quite good. You better taste it while it's still hot."
"Okay." After taking a bite of the sweet potato, Wang Chun smiled, her eyes twinkling, "It's very sweet, and very delicious."
