Mo Haihong looked at him, his expression slightly changed, his eyebrows furrowed, and he nodded lightly: "I understand, bring me the bun."
"Yes." The servant picked up one of the buns from the plate, walked over, and handed it to Mo Haihong.
As he handed it to him, his fingers lightly tapped on the back of Mo Haihong's hand.
Mo Haihong understood, smiled lightly, and took the bun.
The servant had already set the meal on the table, then pushed the dining cart out.
Although Mo Yangyang was small, he was extremely clever and smart, and he immediately noticed the situation. He deliberately pretended not to know, picked up a bun, and said happily: "Let me try the new way of eating!"
As he spoke, he broke the bun in half, then sandwiched a chopstick of vegetables in the middle, and then bit into it happily. The little guy showed a surprised expression: "Feels like a hamburger!"
