The sound of the handyman was very loud. The disciples who came to collect their meals could not help but gather around, and their faces also looked like they were watching a show.
Zhuge Dong’s face flushed red. Although he was very angry in his heart, he was afraid that the matter would blow up, so he wanted to reach out and take the food box from the handyman’s hand.
Unexpectedly, the handyman actually took the food box back, with a contemptuous expression, he said, “Since you have the ability to be picky, then don’t eat it! The food of our canteen is not for trash to eat.”
The veins on Zhuge Dong’s forehead popped up, but when he remembered hall master Zhuge’s usual restraint, he clenched his fist and said to Yun Chujiu in a tense voice, “Junior Sister Yun, forget it, let’s go.”
