After a while, a lot of explosions had been placed on their tables. Wang Qi took a bite. "It's delicious. What's its name?"

"When I used to eat, it was called fried."

Wang Qi: "...

It's really a crude name, because it's fried out, so it's called fried directly?

"How do you know that?

"Because I was in a regular school before I transferred to another school."

Listening to this person's understatement, Wang Qiqi was curious. There always seemed to be a lot of things he didn't know about in front of him. Sometimes he felt that he had already understood everyone thoroughly, but there would always be more surprises...