Long Zhong's eyes brightened when he heard Qi Yongrui's words. He looked at the mer and asked, "Are you sure?" Long Zhong couldn't believe his ears; his friend of more than ten years was willing to finally face his fears? This was something that he did not expect.
"I am sure." Qi Yongrui nodded as he leaned forward and picked up the package that was lying in front of him. The tempting scent of the black onion tart spread all over the office; even Long Zhong, who had eaten all kinds of delicacies, could not help but swallow hard.
He looked at the tart in the hands of Qi Yongrui and couldn't help but ask him, "Where did you buy it? I have eaten a lot of black onion tarts, but I don't think I have smelt a tart as tempting as this one."
Qi Yongrui paused in his actions as he lifted his head and looked at Long Zhong, who was peeking at the pastry in his hands.
