After finishing their meal, the group was still not satisfied and even wanted to drink the remaining juice in the box.
But I was still a little embarrassed, so I quietly took off my gloves.
Mi Tao also wanted to drink the juice; it must be delicious, but he was too embarrassed to do so in front of these people.
Forget it, just throw it away.
He took out a lid from the side and prepared to put it on.
"Wait a minute, young man, you probably don't want this juice anymore, right? Can I take it and eat it with a steamed bun?"
The man opposite asked Mi Tao earnestly.
Mi Tao: "Huh?"
I saw the man pull out a bag full of steamed buns.
Mi Tao's jaw almost dropped to the ground.
Didn't you just finish eating instant noodles? Why are you eating steamed buns again?
Moreover, this was the first time he had ever seen someone bring a bunch of steamed buns on a high-speed train.
Surely not?
"These steamed buns are delicious, so I bought a lot more," the man explained with a smile, noticing what they were thinking.
"Oh, I see," the group realized.
There's really no problem buying more of the food you like.
Just like buying delicious food from the shop owner, you can never have too much.
Mi Tao: "Take it if you want it."
"Alright, thanks, young man." The man pulled the box of boneless chicken feet, now only filled with juice, to his face, then took out a steamed bun from the bag, broke it open, and ate it while dipping it in the chicken feet's juice.
He nodded as he ate.
It seemed like a particularly delicious dish.
The sight made several people's mouths water.
How can a steamed bun dipped in sauce taste so delicious?
"Would you like to try some? It's delicious!" Before the group could speak, the man opened the bag again, gesturing for them to take some themselves.
After hesitating for two seconds, the group finally took it.
Seeing how much he enjoyed eating it, I really wanted to try it too.
The two girls shared one. Mi Tao took one, broke it in half, and handed it to the man, saying, "I'm a little full, so I'll just eat half."
"Okay."
The man took it, dipped one half in the sauce, and then stuffed it all into his mouth.
"That was awesome!"
The group chuckled and dipped their steamed buns into the juice from the boneless chicken feet.
After taking one bite, Mi Tao found it hard to describe the taste.
I thought it would be a terrible dish, but it was actually really delicious; even the steamed buns tasted much better.
I bet even the juice from those boneless chicken feet would taste good on the soles of my shoes.
They tasted better and better the more you ate them. Before I knew it, I had shown off the whole bag of steamed buns to someone.
Not a drop of juice was left from the boneless chicken feet.
The passengers next to them just watched with furrowed brows as they ate and ate and ate.
I never imagined they were suffering so much, only able to smell the food but having nothing to eat.
So, the person next to him quietly made several bowls of instant noodles, but they didn't taste good at all, even though they thought they tasted delicious when they saw others eating them before.
Now, for no apparent reason, my sense of taste seems to have stopped working.
Along the way, Mi Tao chatted with these people for three or four hours, all about Boss Shi's delicious food, and he showed them videos from the internet.
Among these people, everyone had only ever eaten the boneless chicken feet sold by the owner; they had never tried any of the other delicacies before.
Fortunately, we are all from City B, and these few days are just short business trips and trips back to our hometowns.
The group even created a group chat, planning to go buy some of the owner's food together when they returned to City B, and have a good meal together then.
They chatted happily all the way, and Mi Tao didn't feel tired at all until they got off the bus.
They were having a really good time chatting.
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