"Well, I can't tell you, all right?" Tang Shi put down his chopsticks and looked down at his stomach. "But your cook is really delicious. I haven't had such a delicious breakfast in a long time."

Butong said generously, "if you like, you can go to my house to eat every day. Anyway, there are only three of us. Qian Jin comes here occasionally to eat. I wish there were more people."

Tang poetry stall put out his hands, "that's OK. Like Xiaoding, I think it's easy to digest when I eat with Li Jingchen."

Butong rolled his eyes. "You deserve to be hungry. Xiaoding is different from you. Xiaoding...