Qian Sisi was a bit smug, "Hmph! I'm certainly not as pretentious as you all!"
The hot dishes arrived one after another, filling the air with their delicious aromas. Qian Sisi was the first to pick up her chopsticks and dig in heartily, the others exchanging looks for a few seconds. But amidst Qian Sisi's puzzled gaze, they couldn't help but burst out laughing and join the feast.
An Zhiyu really couldn't handle his spice, and even though he only picked at what looked like the bland dishes, his handsome face soon turned red, his lips fiery. Chen Xiang got him a can of beer, which he downed in one go and, afterwards, he even grabbed Qian Sisi's cola and took a big swig.
The others were too busy eating to notice him, but Xiaomeng, with her sharp eyes, did. She nudged her boyfriend with her elbow and whispered, "Do you think the campus hottie has taken a liking to Sisi?"
