Jiang Xun charged in looking less like a participant in Metamorphosis and more like a bandit chief returning from a raid.
Duan Qizhao sprang off his little stool and sprinted to the courtyard gate at a hundred-meter-dash pace, his eyes glued to the two bags of buns, tears nearly bursting from his eyes.
After so many days of eating vegetable mush and coarse-grain buns in this courtyard, Jiang Xun was no longer Jiang Xun in his eyes.
He was the Bun Bodhisattva, the Meat-Filling Savior, the one and only true god presiding over wheat flour, leavened dough, Xiaolong, Soup-Filled, and all stuffed carbohydrates!
Shen Wangjing walked over and glanced at the grease Jiang Xun had yet to wipe from the corner of his mouth.
"Already eaten?"
"I ate five." Jiang Xun proudly held up five fingers.
Duan Qizhao had already torn open a bag, unable to wait. The bun was so hot that he kept tossing it between his hands, yet he simply refused to let go.
He bit into it, and meat juices spurted onto his chin. He let out an indecipherable howl, barely chewed twice before swallowing the mouthful whole, and choked so badly his eyes rolled back. Only after gulping down half a cup of cold water did he recover.
"This is the best thing I've ever eaten in my life." He leaned against the jujube tree trunk, looking dazed.
Jiang Xun sat down by the low table and picked up an enamel cup to drink, only to catch sight of Jiang Yanchu still standing where he was, looking like he had something to say but couldn't get it out, as though he'd been constipated for three days.
"Are you standing there playing scarecrow?" Jiang Xun put down the cup.
Jiang Yanchu took a step forward, his