The girl pointed at the camera.
"No worries, sister," Qiaoqiao showed her, "When the camera's not on the scenery, it's on me. Brother said without other people's permission, you can't film their faces."
"I'll turn it around to show everyone the dishes later."
Reassured by her arrangements, the other person became even happier and casually asked, "So, are you guys having this for lunch too?"
"Of course!"
Zhang Yanping came over, "After coming all this way, climbing mountains and crossing seas, it'd be too unreasonable not to have a meal. Besides—"
He lowered his voice, "100 yuan back home only gets you a bowl of little crayfish."
Oh, how he craved the food from home right now... yet all that was left in his bag were chili sauce and soybeans.
"It's the same for me—but crayfish are really delicious!"
The girl finally found someone who shared her sentiments.
