The market was very big, and there were a lot of people. It was a little noisy too.
Mo Cheng was in charge of picking, and Shi Yan was in charge of carrying.
The two of them couldn't eat much. After Mo Cheng saw the dishes, she said, "That's enough. Let's go back."
Shi Yan lowered his head and looked at the dishes in his hands. He felt that there weren't enough. "You'd better pick more. These dishes aren't enough."
"We won't be able to eat much. It's a waste to buy too much."
"It's not two people, it's seven people."
Once he mentioned the other four people, Ye Mo suggested going out for a drink last night. He refused and only casually mentioned that people were cooking for him at home. In the end, those people insisted on coming over.
They were all brothers, so he couldn't refuse.
Mo Cheng asked, "Why are there seven people?"
