Then, Amy dropped her gaze back to the food, and spooned another spoonful into her mouth, her body swinging in delight. She put down the spoon, picked up the roujiamo, and ate it. She took a bite of tofu pudding, and then a bite of roujiamo, smiling all the while.
The bald man had never seen that coming. Amy was killing him with that delicious tofu pudding.
Some people were starting to suspect that Mag was making Amy eat here on purpose. Nonetheless, they were unable to tear their eyes away from her or keep their mouths from watering.
"Looks like tofu pudding goes great with roujiamo."
"Excuse me. I'll have a roujiamo."
"Me too!"
Mag's little trick worked.
The sight of Amy eating her food was enough to raise their expectations. Many people began ordering roujiamo.
"See? Little owner likes the savory one too! Because it is much better!"