As a foodie, Qian Xiaozhuo encountered the biggest problem in his life at this time: he lacked interest in the food on the table, and he couldn't cheer up even when the ideal and sunny male senior he had a crush on sat across from him. Now all she could think about was the figure running on the basketball court - the boy's white jade skin and two mermaid lines on his waist and abdomen when blown up by the wind. . . . . . Later, Qian Xiaozhuo and Xie Sheng agreed to take the exam in the same city. Under the supervision of Xie Xueba, she began to study hard, but at this time she encountered another problem in life: What? No snacks if you don't do the questions? Will there be meat to eat after finishing this paper? Qian Xiaozhuo: I'm hungry. Can you let me take a bite before studying? . . . . . God, please take away this big devil quickly! No matter how handsome the male idol is, he cannot be used as food! It was the time when peach blossoms were in full bloom again, and seventeen-year-old Xie Sheng returned to this city full of fireworks with his father. The taste of childhood made him lingering and unforgettable. Is it the food here, or is it the person across the table? My comic of the same name is serialized on the Kuaikan comics platform, and you are welcome to watch it. Ps: Please don't be too particular about your urban professional background.
Intention: The dinner table has the taste of home because of your company; the taste on the tip of the tongue makes me miss you.