Qin Yin hung up the phone and heard the receptionist girl, face red, say through gritted teeth, "I am not a little steamed bun, I'm already a size 85C."
Qin Yin was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but smile. She walked over to the reception, bent down to pick up Nianzhi, and then gave a meaningful look at the pack of Wangzai little steamed buns placed aside by the receptionist, saying, "Sorry, this kid didn't have enough to eat this morning. He's probably hungry. He meant that one."
Qin Yin used her mouth to gesture towards the pack of Wangzai little steamed buns she had placed under the counter.
The girl was slightly taken aback, turned her head to look over, and her face turned even redder. She covered her face with her hand, stomped her feet twice, and then quickly ran off in the direction of the restroom.
