At lunch, Mag made two roujiamos for Yabemiya. His lunch was the same as Amy's—a plate of fried rice and a roujiamo.
"Try it, Sister Miya. It's very good," Amy said as she ate the fried rice, watching the young waitress who was holding a roujiamo with two hands.
Yabemiya nodded. "Okay." She stared at the roujiamo, eyes shining with excitement. She had swallowed many times as she watched customers eating in the morning. After a busy morning, she finally got to enjoy her roujiamo. She took a bite solemnly, all expectant.
"It tastes so good!" Yabemiya exclaimed in delight.
Inside the soft, sweet bai ji bread was soft meat. As she bit into it, tasty juice was released. Every taste bud of hers was cheering and dancing. The taste was wilder than Yangzhou fried rice's. She closed her eyes and swallowed, and the aftertaste of the meat remained in her mouth.
