Crispy roast duck, with a big piece of meat, wrapped in a thin pancake and dipped in special sauce.
One bite, and the taste lingers.
Still as crispy.
Simply delicious.
The best bite of meat Ying Jing had ever eaten here.
Neither of them spoke; the car was filled with faint sounds, mostly from Ying Jing eating.
Wen Fucheng carefully wrapped duck slices with his gloved hands and handed them to Ying Jing.
After eating several slices and feeling a bit full, she pushed the next portion he offered towards the middle.
"I can't eat anymore."
"Just a few slices, that's not enough. Finish this portion that's wrapped."
There was still plenty left in the meal box.
Ying Jing puffed up her cheeks and blinked, trying to act pitiful to get away with it.
The man remained unmoved.
Alright then!
Ying Jing had no choice but to obediently finish, while Ziyue stood outside for a few minutes.
