Tang Zhou asked in surprise, "Hey, what are you doing? What are you eating that tastes so bad? Why has your face turned so pale?"
The hand that Leng Chenmo was holding the chopsticks with had involuntarily tensed up. However, in response to Tang Zhou's words, he just shook his head.
"It's nothing. Since nobody else is eating, we can eat it ourselves."
Tang Zhou looked at the table filled with food. "Can the two of us finish all this? Overeating is one thing, but I don't want to get diarrhea from eating too much. Last time Xiao Xingguang had a hot pot and ate some tainted tripe, he had to stay at the hospital for five or six days with nausea and diarrhea. I have to be careful."
Leng Chenmo dropped some cooked lamb into Tang Zhou's dipping sauce dish. "If we can't finish it, we can save it for lunch tomorrow."
