The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

If the cake Wu Tu made yesterday only slightly surprised them, then the breakfast the little guy made today was something they had never seen before.

That is a dish with a long history in China.

Every student who managed to get breakfast showed a surprised expression when they opened their food box.

"Is this a dessert? I've never seen anything like this before?"

Some people said, "It feels a bit like dumplings from Japan... but they're not as round."

"No, it's not dessert, it's filled with meat! And why is there soup inside?! Oh no, it's all leaking out! The skin is so thin!"

Once the first person couldn't resist taking a taste, the others couldn't control their appetites and took bites of the exquisite and beautiful dish, experiencing the wonderful sensation of freshness, aroma, sweetness, and juice filling their mouths.

After they finished eating, they all showed expressions of surprise and enjoyment.

Meanwhile, the others could only watch longingly, smelling the sweet aroma of the crab roe and feeling their mouths watering uncontrollably.

If it weren't for the need to observe etiquette and refrain from grabbing, this place would have long since become a battleground.

But those people weren't willing to just stand by and watch; they wanted nothing more than to grab these lucky ones by the collar and demand an explanation.

"What does it taste like? Describe it! Leave me some room to imagine!"

The person being grabbed by the collar accidentally spilled some soup, and the students watching stared wide-eyed.

"No, wait, give me the soup in your bowl, I won't mind!"

"Let go! That's my soup!"

In that instant, the cafeterias of elite schools abroad were almost as good as those of schools in China.

They were all extremely hungry students.

They all silently cried out in their hearts:

Who on earth cooks such delicious food for them every day?! It smells so good! It tastes so good! But they only make so little each time!! Isn't this pure torture?!

Their mouths were craving the exquisite, art-like food.

It smells so good! How can it smell so good! It seems to contain meat and soup. My God, how did they do that!

However, there were too many people, and those students who couldn't get any food were left craving it for a while, and in the end, they could only regretfully go to the school cafeteria to eat the dry rice.

They couldn't swallow this insult; they wanted to suck up even the last vestiges of fragrance in the air.

When Wutu returned from class, he saw that the corner where he had put the food was surrounded by a lot of people, and it was so crowded that there was no room to move!

He didn't connect the problem to his food at all; he thought something had happened and curiously peeked inside.

However, Ethan, who had been following him closely and had become his other bodyguard, was worried that he would be bumped into, so he immediately tried to take the little guy away.

The little guy was grabbed by the collar by Ethan, and like a kitten being held by the scruff of its neck, it immediately tucked its tail between its legs and dared not move.

But Wu Tu was still unconvinced, standing on tiptoe and bristling as she questioned:

"Why is Ethan so much taller than me? That's not fair!"

However, when the little guy gets angry, he's not as good as Ethan.

Ethan has entered his growth spurt, and he has been growing rapidly during this time, looking almost like an adult.

So now, when he stands next to Wu Tu, there is a difference in their physiques. When he protects Wu Tu and covers her waist, he can't help but secretly compare his hands with Wu Tu's waist.

He seemed to be able to wrap his arms around the waist with one hand.

He couldn't help but let his mind wander; he wished Ulva were a girl. Then he would definitely be willing to switch to pairs figure skating, holding Ulva's waist every day, tossing her up and spinning her around (figure skating throw jumps), and Ethan wouldn't feel tired at all.

It's definitely the same as holding a doll.

Ethan was lost in thought and for a moment forgot to control his strength.

Because he has grown taller and stronger recently, and the Black Rabbit is light, he has not yet mastered the trick of handling the Black Rabbit like a precious item, taking care to handle it gently.

So Ethan accidentally pushed the black rabbit in front of someone else, just like shoving a kitten.

The little guy almost bumped into someone's arms.

"Feel sorry……"

Wu Tu felt someone reach out to support him from behind, and he immediately sprang up, turning around to apologize repeatedly.

Ross stood before her with a blank expression, offering no reply to Wu Tu.

Ross doesn't care much about physical appearance; he values ​​the feeling of living each day to the fullest more than being pretty.

So Ross didn't even glance at Wu Tu, simply waiting for the servants to place the exquisite meal he had snatched into his hands.

When Wu Tu saw the packaging box, her eyes widened:

"These people are really stealing my stuff... no... they're stealing my crab roe soup dumplings..."

Seeing Wu Tu's surprised expression, the maid couldn't help but say to her:

"You don't know? This mystery dish has been selling out like hotcakes lately. Everyone is curious about who made it. It's so tempting that only our young master Ross has managed to snag it twice in a row."

Black Rabbit: ...

Ethan, who knew the truth, couldn't help but laugh out loud upon hearing this.

Ethan certainly had the opportunity to eat a special breakfast made by Ulu personally.

He also knew that the little guy's cooking was delicious.

However, the way these people were praising the person in front of them was indeed quite funny.

The maid glanced at Ethan, thinking that Ethan didn't believe what he said, and wished she could conjure up another plate of soup dumplings to slap Ethan in the face.

But Ross had no interest in getting entangled with these boring people.

He simply took the lunchbox, told the maid to get the car, and then turned and left.

Seeing this, the little guy couldn't help but advise:

"This bun is meant to be eaten hot; it doesn't taste good when it's cold. And you can't reheat it repeatedly, because the skin is very thin and easily breaks. You'd be better off buying fresh ones from a Chinese restaurant; they'll taste much better that way."

"Besides, this is just an ordinary steamed bun."

Ross stopped and turned around:

"Just a box of ordinary food?"

"Now, I feel nauseous and want to vomit whenever I see food. I am in so much pain that I can hardly swallow, but people need to eat to live."

"I want to live... but I have an aversion to all food."

"I ate only yesterday's cake and this steamed bun today."

"This is the only food I've eaten in the past few days, and the only nutrition I've received."

"If you could cook me other dishes that would make me hungry, I'd be willing to eat them, but can you?"

Wu Tu stared blankly, seeing the same despair in Ross's eyes as he had once.

Rose was also suffering from illness.

But the silence of the black clown led Ross to mistakenly believe that he was just like everyone else.

Ross had met many people who had confidently assured him that they could cure his anorexia.