Yang Chen took the old man to a breakfast shop and ordered a table full of breakfast.
"Oh, I accidentally ordered too much. Uncle, help me eat some. Otherwise, it'll be such a waste. When I was a kid visiting my grandma, I learned how hard it is for farmers to grow crops. We can't waste food," Yang Chen said with a smile.
The old man's stomach was growling with hunger, and he couldn't resist.
Hearing Yang Chen say that, he quickly nodded with a smile and said, "Then... I won't be polite. Thank you, young man."
Yang Chen: "I should be thanking you. If you don't help me eat, I'll waste too much food. It's such a sin."
The old man chuckled honestly and started eating right away.
Yang Chen wasn't hungry at all. He just took a sip of soup and ate a bun, mainly to let the old man have a full meal.
However, the old man was really hungry. Of the three baskets of buns, Yang Chen only ate one, and the rest were all eaten by the old man. He also drank three bowls of soup.
