It was eleven by the time the girls finished eating. There was still school tomorrow- they should’ve been asleep long ago.
Lin Yi stood up as he watched the girls walk upstairs, making his way to the table with a nice smile on his lips. He wasn’t paying attention to them when they first started their meal, but he didn’t miss anything that came after Yushu’s invitation.
They spoke softly, never expecting Lin Yi to be able to read lips- he caught every single word Mengyao spoke.
So the Miss was a bit of a softie inside, it seemed. Lin Yi smiled softly as he scraped the girls’ leftovers together, though they weren’t really leftovers. Both girls had small appetites, and they’d barely touched the braised chicken at all, evidently avoiding it for how fattening it was.
For many of the boys at Songshan’s First School, eating the food leftovers of Mengyao and Yushu was a blessing- someone like Zhong Pinliang, for example, would never get tired of it.
