Even the regret and anxiety he felt from the loss of the steamed bun were slowly fading away in the midst of this comfortable delicacy.
"It's so comfortable,"
Yan Ming felt that he was full of energy and could start working immediately, as long as he could eat such delicious food again.
Of course, the deliciousness didn't stop him from eating. On the contrary, it helped to boost his momentum. His eating speed could be said to have reached the peak.
A mouthful of soup and a mouthful of vermicelli were very enjoyable, but sometimes, good fortune may be accompanied by disaster, and bad fortune may be dependent on good fortune. When one was eating happily, the saddest thing was that there was no more.
Yan Ming’s eyes widened in disbelief. He took off his glasses and wiped them with a cloth. Then, he put them back on and immediately looked at the large bowl, but it was still empty.
"Really?" Yan Ming mumbled.
