Fang Huai glanced at the twisted dough sticks and struggled to come up with a topic to talk about.
A topic that could be mentioned in front of the Chief of Staff. Of course, as for his uncle, the regiment commander, it didn't really matter.
"Why did you bring me twisted dough sticks? I don't like them, and besides, I'm getting my wisdom teeth."
As Fang Huai spoke, he even acted a bit dazed as he fiddled with his mouth.
The Chief of Staff couldn't bear to look.
"What's the matter, you want to flip your molars over for us to have a look or what!"
Fang Huai let out a sheepish laugh.
Yang Shaoqing, however, stared blankly, "Chen Shuang said you liked them!"
"That's his own liking!" Fang Huai was speechless.
"Right, he likes them, he said you like them too," Yang Shaoqing nodded and said, "Every time I go to the internet cafe to look for you guys, he would say you wanted twisted dough sticks."
The uncles and the Chief of Staff caught on to something and began to chuckle.