"This... is your food?" Han Zhan spoke, looking at Tong Yi sitting beside him.
He swiftly picked a piece of "charcoal" and gnawed at it enthusiastically, his mouth full of black crumbs.
"Yes, hurry up and eat, remember to pick the tasty ones first, otherwise, they'll be snatched up by others!"
Tong Yi nodded, reminding him as he spoke.
Pick?
Han Zhan raised his eyebrows slightly. Pick what? The black charcoal?
In Han Zhan's eyes, these identical pieces of charcoal didn't seem to warrant any picking.
Seeing Han Zhan standing there motionless, Tong Er sighed in exasperation.
"Why are you so dumb."
"That small one is a bun. The slightly bigger one is a beef strip. The largest one, see it? It's a roast suckling pig!"
Following the direction of Tong Er's finger, Han Zhan saw small, large, and extra-large pieces of charcoal.
As expected, while Tong Er was introducing, Tong Yi was already scrambling with others for the extra-large piece of charcoal.
