The bakery was large,
All fifty-three of Sun Li's group could sit inside,
Everyone chatted casually as they chewed Moscow's specialty leba bread,
But their eyes were all on the street outside the glass windows.
The young Russian woman, with her high nose bridge and pale skin, trembled as she brought out plate after plate of bread, terrified of these strangers,
But no one gave her any trouble,
They were simply tasting the bread.
Maomao held a loaf of dark bread in his left hand and a loaf of white bread in his right, with a plate of purple jam between them,
He attacked from both sides, eating at a furious pace.
Everyone knew his special ability required frequent replenishment with food, so they pushed their bread toward him.
The others enjoyed the exotic bread at their leisure,
Only Maomao was eating a meal; everyone else was savoring it~
"Mm, this Russian dark bread really is something special. It's chewy, with a sweet lingering flavor and plenty of character!"
"Heh~ I still prefer the finer texture of white bread. That stuff looks like something poor people eat."
"Ah, you don't understand. My grandfather told me a true story. Back when relations between China and the Soviet Union deteriorated, people in our country didn't know much about the former Soviet Union's food. They thought the dark bread Soviet people ate was relief food for those in hardship, proof that they were living in 'dire misery.' It led to plenty of jokes. Little did they know that while first-time eaters find dark bread sour and hard to chew, seasoned eaters prefer it."
"Good grief, there's that much to learn just from eating bread? I learned something today."
As everyone chatted, a superhuman riding a bear appeared on the street outside, with around