An Shiyu didn't seem to hear her. He refilled his bowl and put down the spoon.
Zeng Yuqian's expression changed slightly. Under such circumstances, wouldn't they usually say that they would help? This was how a guest should be treated.
She turned the turntable and the soup pot was on her side. She could only add it to herself.
She took a sip of the soup and praised,""This soup is really not bad."
Seeing this, Wu Qian also scooped a bowl. There were too many delicious dishes tonight, including famous seafood dishes, so the soup was not eye-catching.
An Yue looked at the pile of vegetables in her bowl and felt a little helpless. She was almost stuffed to death, but the people next to her were still adding food for her.
"I can't eat anymore," she said in a low voice.
"It's not good?" An Shiyu frowned.
"I ate too much." An Yue pouted.
Without another word, an Shijin took the vegetables from her bowl.
