The neighbors outside the shop, peering through the glass window, watched Qin savoring the renowned Huaiyang dish, Wensi Tofu, while they could only sit outside the shop in the cold wind, each green with envy and rolling their eyes in frustration.
We all hang out together often, spending a couple of hundred bucks a day, so why don't we get to try the food?
Just because they're not five-star chefs?
No!
It's because their skin isn't as thick as Qin's.
They can't put down their pride to shamelessly mooch a meal.
And claim it's for "tasting."
Pah~
Lao Liu, repeatedly abandoned by Qin, was fuming: "When Qin comes out, why don't we just pin him to the ground and give him a good beating? Otherwise, I just can't swallow this anger!"
