Feng Shengxuan was depressed. "Who wants to eat with you? I never eat from other people's bowls."
Hearing those harsh words, Xiao Shenbin shrugged, indicating that he did not care. He simply started to eat the congee.
Honestly, he did not want Feng Shengxuan to eat what was in his bowl either.
The congee tasted even better than how it smelled. Seeing that Feng Shengxuan was enjoying it, Bai Liyue could not help but say, "Your stomach is not well. Eat slowly, it's hot."
Hearing Bai Liyue's concern, Feng Shengxuan's gloomy mood finally brightened.
After that, the waitress came to their table and roughly set down several bags.
"Two chicken breasts and three starch jelly buns."
Feng Shengxuan frowned so deeply his mouth looked like the curving bend of a river. Although he had admitted that the congee here was delicious, was this 'service with a smile' not a little too crude?
