Xue Fanxin looked at the other new disciples swallowing their saliva bitterly. A few of them wanted to eat but were too embarrassed to say it. Although the others were approaching, they did not dare to move.
She had no choice but to take the initiative.
"Everyone, come and eat. I still have quite a few snacks here. Unfortunately, they're crushed."
Actually, the snacks were not crushed, but when she took them out, she had to deliberately crush them. Otherwise, it would be very suspicious.
The other new disciples were nothing, but it would probably be difficult to fool Yan Jinfeng.
If not for things like storage bags or interspatial rings, it was impossible for the snacks on her to be intact.
When Yan Jinfeng saw that the snacks Xue Fanxin took out had all been crushed, she felt a little disdainful. She smugly took out a fragrant roasted drumstick from her storage bag and ate it alone.
