"Why are you eating so little?" Tang Song frowned dissatisfactorily. "You're too thin; you should eat more. Do these dishes not suit your taste?"
"No, they're very tasty. I'm just not hungry. Let me rest for a bit, and then I'll continue eating."
Tang Song couldn't help but laugh quietly, "If everyone were like you, restaurant owners would go bankrupt."
Mo Ran showed a puzzled expression.
He explained, "You see, if a person orders a lot of food and comes to eat in the morning but can't finish it all, they might rest here and keep resting until the afternoon, then continue eating. This way, they'd only pay for one meal and cover two. Don't you think that would be a loss for the restaurant owner?"
Mo Ran was stunned for a second, then burst into laughter.
"I'm just resting for a bit, not for an entire afternoon. Besides, everyone has to work; who could sit here all afternoon?"
Tang Song smiled and suddenly asked, "Are you feeling a little better now?"
