"Do you always line up like that for your meals?" Sean, who was dressed in black, glanced at the line that was nearly 100-men long, and looked at Vanessa in disbelief.
"Yeah. It's super fun lining up outside Mamy Restaurant. Look at the four long lines in front of the door. The two on the left are for eating at the ordinary hall, while the two on the right are for hot pot. On top of that, the lines are split into sweet and savory gangs. The one on the left side is the savory gang, while the one on the right is the sweet gang, which is the line we're in." Vanessa nodded as she beamed.
"Hmph. You're forcefully pulling someone new into the sweet gang. The savory gang is the way to go!" Abraham snorted at the side.
"That's not true! The correct way to explore tofu pudding is via the sweet way! The savory gang is blasphemy!" Vanessa said righteously.
"Sweet gang? Savory gang?" Sean was confused. Why are there even gangs when it comes to a meal?
