In the past, when I was in high school, I always ate with a brother, and he would always help me make the buns early and put them on the table. This guy has a hobby, digging his nose. In high school, it will be less exquisite, and I don't like to wash my hands before meals. So I silently peeled off the skin of the bun and ate it. Then my buddy suddenly asked me why I wanted to peel my skin and eat it. I replied that I didn't like to eat steamed buns. So, from that day on, I had two skinned buns on my table!