To avoid staining his shirt, Qin Guan scooped up the juice with his left hand. The juice ran down along his slender fingers as Qin Guan licked it.
Sister Xue almost dropped the onion rings in her mouth.
What will I do with this boy? He becomes a different person when he eats… It’s so embarrassing!
Before she could warn Qin Guan not to lose face in a foreign country, the Americans around them started talking.
"High-class restaurants are too far from the theater. We’ll be too hungry by the time we get there. Shall we get a corn cake now?"
"Okay, just a snack."
"Hey, John! We can eat here instead of at the hotel!"
Qin Guan's group was driven away by the sudden influx of customers.
The Californian man was confused. His small van, which usually sold snacks to tourists, welcomed a group of film circle VIPs.
"Seafood corn cakes, takeaway..."
"Traditional ones, eat in. And two cups of coffee..."
