"The buns are here!"
Twenty-eight buns, stacked layer by layer, just enough to fill two large plates.
Qin Huai steadily carried the two large plates of buns to Shi Dadan, placing them on the small table. Shi Dadan sat on Ouyang's little stool, and since he was taller, more robust, and heavier than Ouyang, he looked somewhat like an adult sitting on a child's chair, which gave him a feeling of awkwardness and constraint.
"Do you want me to get you another chair?" Qin Huai asked.
Ouyang's chair was originally a small, low stool. Ouyang liked to eat in a half-squatting posture, leaning forward; sitting on a low stool was more comfortable and relaxed. Clearly, Shi Dadan didn't have that habit. When sitting on the small stool, he sat upright, looking a bit tense, not knowing where to place his hands and feet.
"No need, no need." Shi Dadan's gaze was completely drawn to the buns on the table, and he instinctively swallowed his saliva, "As long as there's a seat."
