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"Xiaoyu said she suddenly wanted to eat roasted sweet potatoes, so I specifically drove out to buy some."
Ran Yu was taken aback.
"Roasted sweet potatoes?" Lu Jiarong was also surprised.
Looking down, she only then noticed the simple white plastic bag he was holding, from which the color of roasted sweet potatoes peeked out, carrying the faint aroma of sweetness.
Lu Ziheng nodded, continuing matter-of-factly, "Xiaoyu is picky, she only wants the ones roasted by the old man at the street stall near our old school, so I specifically got up early to drive there, and even queued for more than an hour..."
Queued for more than an hour?
Ran Yu was grinding her teeth.
You motherfucker could be a bit more fake!
Roasted sweet potatoes are this popular now?
"Alright." Lu Ziheng apologetically looked at everyone, "Carry on with your chat, I'll take her upstairs to eat the roasted sweet potatoes first and then come back down."
