Picking at the broccoli on her own plate, and then looking at the red-braised pork and the big chicken drumstick on Ye Wan's plate, Jiang Keer was close to tears, "Sister Wan, there's still a performance this afternoon."
"That's right..."
Ye Wan nodded, "So we have to eat even more, you'll have the energy to do well on the test only if you're well-fed!"
Jiang Keer: "..."
Is the gap between people really this huge?
"But Sister Wan..."
Before she could finish her struggle, Ye Wan raised her hand and stuffed a piece of red-braised pork into her mouth.
The sweet and tender taste accompanied by that rich aroma, every pore on her body was cheering and jumping for joy.
Jiang Keer took a big bite of rice, "Sister Wan, I want more!"
She threw caution to the wind!
After all, she had already gotten three A's by hanging out with Sister Wan.
The last performance, how hard could it possibly be?
They had a script at least, could it be harder than this morning's improvisation?
