During the break, a group of children gathered around, and Nathaniel Qin kept his promise and took out the rice cake from his schoolbag.
Qin Huijun specially packed it in a box for him, because the box was specially designed for guests to take away. The rice cakes in the box were still neatly arranged and not messy. When they were taken out, they looked very delicate and small, and these children could eat one in one bite.
"Wow, it's so beautiful that I can't bear to eat it. Nathaniel Qin, your mother is so amazing. The snacks she made are like works of art!" a little girl exclaimed exaggeratedly.
Another little boy licked his lips, his eyes sparkling, and said with great anticipation: "I am different from Song Huanhuan. I don't want to collect it like a work of art. I just want to eat it up in one mouthful. Come on, Nathaniel Qin, I want to trade with you."
"You are wasting resources!" the girl said dissatisfiedly.
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