Jian Yanyan burst into laughter instantly, busily moving all the potatoes from her plate to Shen Mingfeng's.
"No need, no need. If you give them all to me, what will you eat?" Shen Mingfeng said, somewhat helplessly.
Qin Yin sat watching this scene unfold, chuckling to herself. She could tell Shen Mingfeng was embarrassed; she even suspected that he might not particularly like potatoes. His awkward actions seemed to stem from the fact that he had given a drumstick back to Jian Yanyan - an act that had left her a little pale. His shifting of a potato to his own plate seemed to be a clumsy attempt at damage control.
Seeing Jian Yanyan's oblivious enjoyment, Qin Yin teased, "Yanyan, you're really playing favorites. You're so blinded by love that you are forgetting your friends. I love potatoes too, but you gave them all to Manager Shen, and none to me."
Jian Yanyan laughed and said, "So what if I play favorites."
