Hearing Chen Fan's words, Zhang Wenliang said, "The big ones are not the same as the small ones. Since you only like the small ones, why not make them all small?"
Zhang Juemin took a bite of the rice ball and felt the smell of oil in his mouth
Then he looked at Chen Fan, followed Zhang Wenliang's words and said, "Yes, your rice balls are big and small. You shouldn't have made them alone, right? If we don't come with you, you can throw away the big ones?"
Chen Fan shrugged his shoulders, ignored who made it, ate the rice ball slowly and said with a smile,
"It's impossible to throw