Zhou Shuang found the rice cooked in the large pot exceptionally delicious. She had basically been puking after every meal for the past few days.
But sitting here, eating with this group of kids, she had actually eaten two consecutive bowls of rice with no sign of nausea.
So, she ate another bowl.
Their large dining table was made of many small classroom tables put together. They placed the table in the main hall, and all the little children sat around the table in a circle.
Because of many people gathered around, everyone was perspiring although the ceiling fan was adjusted to its maximum power. Nevertheless, it didn't affect their appetite.
When Yan Rusheng entered, the first thing he saw was the beads of perspiration on Xuxu's forehead. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly, and when his gaze swept through the entire congregation, they furrowed even more.
'Why isn't there air-conditioning?'
