But...
"Didn't Student Yan eat everything just now?" Cheng Yi was about to cry.
Yan Hanxi glanced at her coldly. "Don't you know that the country advocates against food wastage? Not spitting it out is already me showing the chef the highest respect."
No.
How could this be?
Cheng Yi refused to believe it.
This was the food she had eaten in the most luxurious hotel in A City. She had asked around just now, and everyone said it was delicious.
Could He Jing's French jelly be better than the snack she had offered Yan Hanxi?
How could He Jing's French jelly, something she had made after earning money by selling her study notes, compare to her 20,000 yuan snack?
Yan Hanxi was prejudiced, hoping to humiliate her by insulting the snack she had bought him. Cheng Yi's hands clenched into fists as she mustered the courage to retort, "Student Yan, you may hate me as much as you want, but you shouldn't lie to yourself!"
