The three of them carefully picked and chose from the buffet, but the hotel's offerings were clearly standard; they weren't any different from other places.
So after a quick glance, they settled into their old habits, scooping up a bowl of porridge and pairing it with some fried rice or noodles, just to make do.
The porridge was well-cooked, thick and hearty, with rice grains blossoming.
But as soon as Qiaoqiao stirred it, she frowned and whispered, "It's not as good as the one at home."
Who could disagree?
Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun exchanged glances, and for some reason, at that moment, they began to regret coming out.
But they were already here!
"Maybe we're just used to the taste of home, and it's a bit hard to adjust at first—no worries, Brother Yanping will take you out for some big lobsters and huge crabs at noon, and it'll definitely be a different flavor!"
