Breakfast time, Wei Rong placed the four-tiered lunch box on the table.
Bang!
Jun Feifei grimaced, feeling the table's life expectancy drop by one.
Qu Ruorui couldn't help but express her concern, "Rongrong, you've been eating so much lately, don't you feel stuffed every day?"
Wei Rong grabbed a deep-fried dough stick with one hand and a steamed bun with the other, attacking her food from both sides.
Her cheeks were stuffed and swollen, as if she were afraid someone would snatch her food away.
It took a good while for her to swallow her food before she could speak.
"Nope, I just feel hungry." She was a bit embarrassed. "I don't know what's up, my mom has even started nagging me, saying it's a good thing everyone's living well now, otherwise I'd have eaten us into poverty a long time ago."
Yue Qingqing went to get her water bottle and seemed to accidentally bump Wei Rong's wrist.
Spiritual Energy seeped in where they touched.
