However, Meng Yang didn't look convinced. Instead, he strolled to the nearest trash can and chucked the contents of the tray down the plastic. "You shouldn't be eating this," he chastised. "What if it's infected or something?"
"It's not like she's eaten it yet." Yao Tang shrugged. "It would be a waste if she threw it away."
"Have you forgotten the time you ate something bad a few years ago and you vomited all over me? I'm not saying it'll happen, but it's best to avoid stuff like that, right?" Meng Yang sighed in frustration, running his fingers up his hair. "Look, I'll have the chef make some food for you."
She simply nodded in response.
As he spoke, the young man turned to Yu Shu and Yao Ran with a scowl. "Since you're so generous in offering her your lunch, why don't you be a little more generous and treat everyone else here?"
