More than half of the mooncakes on the folding square table have been taken.
The rest are stacked together, neatly arranged by those with OCD, occupying a corner of the table.
The other space on the table is filled with hot pot ingredients, half meat and half vegetables, a dazzling array, fully packed.
People are busily moving around.
Standing beside the table, Tang Shi focused her gaze on the mooncakes and quietly asked, "What flavor do you like, Mr. Ji?"
"How many flavors did you make?" Jiu Zhou asked.
"All of them."
Tang Shi replied.
After waiting a moment without Jiu Zhou's response, Tang Shi looked up at him, seeing a faint smile on his lips, she suddenly realized.
So, she started listing the flavors for Jiu Zhou.
There were simply too many kinds of mooncakes, anything can be turned into a mooncake filling. Besides the usual kinds, there were also some other flavors Jiu Zhou might not know about this time.
Tang Shi listed all the flavors one by one.
