"Miss, aren't you hungry?" The young man smiled slightly and suddenly opened one of the steamers in the car.

Speaking of which, this teahouse is really a weird combination. There are people singing Peking Opera below, and there are also many people pushing carts selling food, which are Cantonese-style dim sum.

The snack inside the cage that the young man opened was shrimp dumplings.

"No, I really can't eat it." Yuna still shook her head.

The young man sighed and said, "What a pity. It seems that there really isn't anything you like to eat here, miss."

Yuna just hoped that this young man could leave as soon as possible, and her expression became a little impatient.

But the young man still said calmly: "Hmm... Miss, do you have anything you like to eat? If possible, please tell me, and I will ask the kitchen to add it next time. You know, the guests'

Opinions are also very important to us.”

"No, really not." Yuna frowned faintly.

This young man was able to be patient... or rather very verbose, and still insisted at this moment: "So... then, miss, where are your friends? You will always come with your friends, right? If I could know that you

If our friends like it, I think it will definitely improve customer satisfaction with us."

"No!"

"So, where is the family?" he asked suddenly.

"No..." Yuna just uttered one word, and then she was startled. She sighed, raised her head and said, "Is there any Shanghai Xiao Long Bao? My... sister likes to eat this dish."

"Of course." The young man glanced at the many small steamers on the dining car, and finally took one out of the corner and placed it in front of Yuna.

He began to place the bowls and chopsticks stored in the cabinet of the dining car, and put a small steamed bun in the steamer into Yuna's bowl. Finally, he made a "please enjoy" gesture. The service was quite good.

Yuna looked at the xiaolongbao in the bowl... but did not take action yet. She subconsciously raised her head and glanced at the young man in the teahouse.

He said: "Try it, it's just been made, it should taste the best."

Yuna nodded silently, picked up the steamed bun with chopsticks unskillfully, and slowly put it into her mouth. She took a small bite first, chewed it in her mouth, and then swallowed it.

After a while, Yuna put down her chopsticks, looked at the young man, showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and choked with sobs: "It's delicious."

"As long as you are satisfied." The young man smiled slightly, "Then I won't disturb your meal, Miss."

Watching the young man push the cart away, Yuna subconsciously stopped him and named several kinds of food, "...Do you have all of these?"

"Yes." The young man nodded, and then took down the corresponding steamer from the dining cart.
Chapter completed!