"TV dramas are misleading people. Who said bodyguards have to wear suits and sunglasses? It's created a preconceived notion among everyone."
"So you're saying that person just now wasn't a bodyguard?"
"I didn't say that!"
"......"
Hearing the discussion around him, Lin Zhou couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Young people these days are really interesting.
He actually said he was like an NPC.
Could it be that he, a male protagonist bound to a system, is just a passerby in someone else's romance novel about a domineering CEO?
Just imagining this scene made Lin Zhou laugh uncontrollably.
That's really dramatic.
What are you laughing at?
Zhang Jianjun was completely absorbed in drinking his porridge and couldn't stop eating, so he didn't notice what had just happened.
Seeing Lin Zhou laughing uncontrollably, he asked in confusion.
"It's nothing, I just thought of something funny."
"Is it good?"
Lin Zhou suppressed his smile, watched as Zhang Jianjun almost finished his bowl of porridge, and asked a polite question to change the subject.
"It's delicious! It's just as good as the steamed buns you make, and even better than the congee made by the decades-old master chefs in Hong Kong and Taiwan. Those were century-old restaurants, and they still couldn't compare to your skill."
Zhang Jianjun gave a thumbs up and began to praise.
He's rich and has lived most of his life. Although he doesn't care much about food, he's eaten at many famous restaurants. Whether someone else is treating him or he is, the place is always a well-known one.
But the taste of those places really can't compare to the porridge and steamed buns that Lin Zhou sells at his stall.
Lin Zhou is so young, yet his cooking skills have such a simple and natural flavor.
You can taste the purest, original flavor of every ingredient.
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