"Forget it, forget it, you scare me," Gu Juncheng said as he used his chopsticks to transfer the braised pork ribs from his own plate to Su Nanzhi's plate, "These chopsticks haven't been used yet, consider yourself lucky."
Gu Juncheng had given away about half of the braised pork ribs from his plate—there was still nearly a small mountain left on it, this is the privilege of being the darling of the cafeteria ladies.
Boys usually eat more; they need more food.
Gu Juncheng shared the braised pork from his plate with Su Nanzhi, and only when her plate had more meat did he feel more at ease looking at it.
"You're too skinny, don't you know how to improve your meals with all that money you earn?" Gu Juncheng sounded like a parent who notices their child has lost weight again.
Su Nanzhi looked up at him, "There's a saying about not talking while eating or sleeping, don't you even know that?"
