"The food around here sucks!" Mr. Fang stretched and then lounged on his computer chair.
He had had instant noodles for breakfast. As for his lunch and dinner…
Suddenly, Mr. Fang missed Xiaoyue's cooking skills, which were way better than Zou Mo's. Mr. Fang had to buy his meals from restaurants.
"If you're tired of the food places close by, you can try another restaurant," Xi Yu said, "Besides the ones around the corners, there are other places that provide good food. I know one restaurant in the 18th Block that's really good, but it's a bit far from here…"
"Oh…" Mr. Fang thought for a moment. "Then, I won't go…"
Then, he beckoned at Zou Mo and dug out a handful of crystals. "Little Mo! Take these and buy yourself some food from the 18th Block and bring some back for me!"
"…"
"Sir! You have no conscience!" After a pause, Xi Yue exploded with indignation, and her roars almost deafened Mr. Fang.
