Qin Huai made dumplings all day, and for the first time realized that being a snack master can also be intellectual work.
Otherwise, how could he explain that after making snacks all day, his arms didn't ache, his waist wasn't sore, his body wasn't tired, but simply felt a headache. A dull, tingling pain as if someone had hit him with a heavy stick while he was resting.
This headache had slightly eased at the moment he clocked out, and now looking at the dumplings on the table, Qin Huai felt not just a headache but even a bit overwhelmed.
Qin Huai was munching a banana, his eyes fixated on Zhao Cheng'an, his face demanding, "If you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, tomorrow you'll come to my house and find no bananas."
Zhao Cheng'an said, "I'd love to snatch your phone, but you're playing with it right now, how can I snatch it?"
"Is that the point???"
