Why is your face as red as a bubble teapot!
Zheng Qing silently roared in his heart, while looking wistfully at his own tray - there were not the buns and millet porridge he wanted, but steak, juice, and egg rolls.
The sauce spread on the steak emitted obscure magical fluctuations, there was a layer of fine, star-like light floating on the juice, and the egg roll was topped with a thick layer of caviar.
This was a breakfast he could not afford.
But returning it now would really trouble the little girl in the window.
"How much?"
The young scholarship student sighed silently and touched his fairly full grey cloth bag.
"Hello, Senior!"
