"Fool, I'm not leaving. Here, white-faced steamed buns," Papaya called, spreading his hands and revealing a big, fragrant steamed bun.
Cheng He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and looked at the steamed buns in Papaya's hand. Unbelievable.
Papaya didn't see Cheng He's movement for a long time. She grabbed Cheng He's hand and stuffed the bun into her hand. Then she turned around, rubbed her belly vigorously, and cursed in a low voice, "Asshole, you are so cruel." After a long while, she couldn't hear the voice behind her. Papaya said: "You idiot, if you don't eat it, I will snatch it from you."
Hearing this, Cheng He sniffed and smelled the aroma of the steamed buns before slowly biting into the buns. Halfway through the meal, he suddenly paused and softly called out: "Papaya"
"What are you doing?" Papaya was still rubbing his aching belly. He turned around and saw Cheng He's bright eyes looking at him.
"Have you eaten?"
"I've eaten a long time ago. I've eaten two." After saying that, he turned around. His stomach made a sound in time, as if laughing at his clumsy lie. Papaya hurriedly covered it up: "I'm so full that my stomach started to burp."
"Well," Cheng He grabbed the corner of his clothes, tried hard to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said, "Papaya" while holding back his sobs.
"What are you doing again?"
"Steamed buns are bitter and not delicious."
"Impossible" Impossible, everyone else is enjoying it.
"If you don't believe me, try it." Cheng He forced the half-bitten bun into his mouth. Papaya slowly chewed the warm steamed buns, tears streaming down his eyes for a long time, "Fool, if neither of us dies, I will marry you as my bride."
"Hmm"
Recalling the past, Cheng He wiped away his tears and smiled at someone: "Pagua, you broke your promise."