The milk mantou was exquisite, about the size of a palm for two. Xiaojiang and his assistant devoured one in just a few bites, finding it both immensely satisfying and hard to let go.
It wasn't until the final struggle that the assistant managed to scrape the bottom of the bottle with a mantou. Both of them found their appetites growing as they slurped their scalding tongues and eventually came back to their senses.
Huh, what were they supposed to live stream tonight?
Then they looked at the barrage of comments—
[Forget it, whether I buy sauce or order takeout, my wallet's going to take a hit either way.]
[Xiaojiang didn't say anything, but it's as if he said everything.]
[So delicious that the brothers might fight over it, you mean I should definitely buy two bottles, right?]
[I don't believe it anymore—Xiaojiang, if you dare to deceive me this time, I will definitely unfollow you next time.]
[Wuwuwu, the poor soul sheds tears of sorrow, why is it so expensive?]