The crowd silently put away their eager chopsticks and spoons, tears of sadness and regret streaming down their faces.
Mo Fan quietly took two steps back.
Tsk tsk tsk, Mr. Mo really lacks class. It's just a meal. How stingy can he be?
If it tastes good, have his girlfriend make it again!
Next time, make more, so he can eat until his stomach is as big as a watermelon!
Xiao Qimo, holding his chopsticks and under so many pairs of eyes, calmly cleaned the plate.
Everyone: How envious we are that Mr. Qimo has such a gentle, virtuous, and clingy girlfriend...
Daine, who can't use chopsticks, looked on with spoon in hand, his mouth trembling and twitching.
When Xiao Qimo grabbed a napkin to wipe his mouth, Daine asked uncertainly, "Mr. Qimo, can I still eat this every day..."
He hadn't finished speaking when Xiao Qimo's sharp gaze was thrown his way.
Daine's words were harshly choked back.
Xiao Qimo sneered, "Don't even think about it!"
Daine: ...