Su Li noticed someone eyeing his large lunchbox with a hungry gaze. He instinctively shielded it with his hand. It was ridiculous, he thought, he had tucked it away in his drawer, yet it was still spotted.
Sharing was a virtue, he knew, but it had been days since he had savored his mother's homemade snacks. He had planned to take it to the cafeteria later, to enjoy it leisurely after getting his meal. But now, it seemed, his lunchbox had become a target.
Observing Su Li's protective stance, his classmate softened his gaze and rephrased his intentions, "That's not what I meant. I was suggesting we all eat together, make it a lively affair. Look at you, guarding your food like that. I've been to Golden Sun with my parents, you know. Your mom's cooking is good, but can it really beat the chefs at Golden Sun? I find that hard to believe."
