Xia Yangyang ate a bite and exclaimed in surprise: "When did you go out to buy this?"
But then Xia Yangyang glanced at the time, and that didn't seem right either.
It was only seven o'clock in the morning.
The place couldn't possibly be open.
Lu Haotian raised an eyebrow: "Who said it was bought? I made it myself. How does it taste?"
Xia Yangyang was extremely surprised because it tasted exactly like the one from the snack street. "Did you really make this?"
A hint of pride appeared on Lu Haotian's face: "Could there be any doubt? I went there to apprentice the last couple of days, and the method for making tofu pudding is really quite simple."
Xia Yangyang was astonished.
No wonder Lu Haotian had been going out early every morning and often returning late.
Xia Yangyang was moved: "Ah Hao, you really didn't have to be so good to me."
