Bai Lian didn't really move her chopsticks much, only blanched a few greens she had ordered and leisurely twirled her legs as she ate noodles.
Later, it turned out she did the right thing, because—
Pu Xiaohan was flipping the beef rolls in the pot with public chopsticks, scanning the group, "Whose meat is this?"
"Not me." This person's eyes darted away.
Zhang Shize, stroking his stomach, spoke up warily, "Neither is it mine."
"Your intestines, you eat them..." Someone was accusing another.
"Don't talk nonsense, this damn thing is clearly your intestines!"
"..."
The group jostled and shoved each other, full of suspicion and blame.
Oh, not a single person dared to admit that the meat in the pot was theirs.
In the end, Bai Lian and Yang Lin cleared up after everyone, and there was practically no food left in their private room.
Lu Lingxi was surprised when she came to check on them.
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