Coming out of the elevator to Luo Jun's house, Qin Huai and Zhao Cheng'an were discussing the size of the Baked Bun. Whether it should be a small bite-sized round bun, a thin crispy bun larger than a face, or a standard thick-skinned bun filled generously.
Qu Jing, listening at the side, couldn't help but secretly swallow a few times.
They reached Luo Jun's doorstep.
Qin Huai skillfully stepped forward and pressed the doorbell.
Luo Jun's entrance looked the same as before, with no changes. No clutter at the door, no carpet laid, and the same old-style security door, not converted to a fingerprint lock.
Previously, Chen Huihong had urged Luo Jun many times to replace the door lock with a fingerprint lock because she had a group-buy discount on her side, to which Luo Jun replied, "Switching to a fingerprint lock so you can easily come to my house and pick fruits?"
