In an instant, Wang Anfeng's mind was flooded with various thoughts, eventually swarming in like a flock of hunting eagles, coalescing into an enormity of unquestionable queries that kept amplifying in his mind—
Wait, how did this thing end up with you?!
Did I not give it to that shopkeeper?
What happened in between??!
In the silence, a heavy taste, deeply rooted in his memories of the simplest food, surfaced in Wang Anfeng's mind, bursting in his mouth like tiny, delicate fruits exploding on every inch of his tongue, that flavor lingering ceaselessly.
It was the taste of white flour buns.
Li Yinxiang's eyes sparkled brightly as she looked at Wang Anfeng and said:
"Hero, it really is you, we meet again..."
"Ah, right, right, here, I'll show you this thing."
