'Pervert. His eyes are practically glued to the girl.' Wang Zhilin shot him a glare, taking the baking sheet from Tong Xinglan. "I'll pack them."
"Okay, you pack better than I do," Tong Xinglan said with a giggle, handing the baking sheet to him.
Yang Lirong handed a basket to Lin Lan. "I was just saying, why are you so late today?"
"I made a trip to my parents' restaurant." Lin Lan saw Qiaohui packing a large number of small honey buns for Wang Zhixue. "Zhixue, still taking this many buns today?"
"Yeah!" Wang Zhixue nodded. "The small honey buns have been selling really well at my stall these past few days."
Lin Lan smiled. "You should probably take fewer today. Customers have been eating them for a few days straight; they're probably looking for a change of pace."
"Oh!" Wang Zhixue slapped his forehead. "Then I'll take fewer of these and more pumpkin cakes."
