unable to care about anything else, seeing such a familiar dish, qiao hongtao directly reached out his chopsticks and picked up a slice of mantou. the first slice was not dipped in sauce. only by eating it like this could the most original taste of mantou be tasted.
he didn't know if it was an illusion, but when the chopsticks touched the mantou, there was a clear and crisp sound, as if it was a natural sound made by the fried crisp.
qiao hongtao raised his eyebrows and had a guess in his heart. the speed of his hands was not slow, and he directly picked it up and put it to his mouth.
"ka cha!"
