Shen Qiang immediately laughed, looking at the delighted and shy yet expectant school belle Qin Yurou. Not only did he obediently take the breakfast she had meticulously prepared from her slender, jade-like hand, but he also glanced at Zong Zijin, who was standing there pale and hopeless.
"See the difference, got it?" Shen Qiang raised an eyebrow and communicated to Zong Zijin, "You prepared breakfast for her, but she finds you annoying, while she prepared breakfast for me. So, who really shouldn't be here? You should know the answer yourself."
Having said that,
Shen Qiang received the breakfast and watched the beautiful school belle Qin Yurou get into the car. He tasted the deep-fried cake she made, with its crispy outer layer and soft inside, complemented by sweet red bean paste. It was absolutely perfect.
"Delicious, the flavor is marvelous."
