"I only said four words."
Tang Siwen felt that Chen Yuan was getting a little 'impatient'.
Or maybe it was just an illusion.
"Hey, you."
Don't tease the bros, man.
You're nothing but a Bun Lord, how come you've started studying military tactics?
At that moment, the server brought a steamer of buns to the table.
Tang Siwen picked up one of the steaming buns and, because it was too hot, kept tossing it from one hand to the other before taking a bite and blowing a puff of steam out of his mouth.
He looked particularly amusing.
"Pfft." Chen Yuan couldn't help but laugh.
"Hmm?" Tang Siwen, holding the bun in both hands, looked at Chen Yuan, not understanding why the other was laughing.