After getting up early in the morning, Wu Hai, who had eaten steamed salted crab meat for the whole night in his dream, naturally prepared to go for a jog in high spirits.
Yuan Zhou also finished washing up and went downstairs to exercise.
"Compass, compass, where's your steamed salted crab meat?" That was the first sentence that Wu Hai said when he saw Yuan Zhou.
"I just woke up. I'm running and then I'm making breakfast." Yuan Zhou answered concisely.
"That's true. It's too early now. I'll wait a little longer then." Wu Hai nodded his head and answered.
I'm not selling steamed salted crab meat, and I'm not treating you to it. " While jogging, Yuan Zhou said earnestly.
"It's fine if you don't want to sell it. You don't have to treat me to it. I'm just helping you taste it. I'm familiar with all kinds of flavors. " Wu Hai said righteously.
"I refuse." Yuan Zhou said straightforwardly.
