Under Mo Shangjun's subtle, warning gaze, Liang Zhiqiong begrudgingly picked up her chopsticks. As if she were bent on revenge, she stabbed one soup dumpling with a single chopstick and crammed two into her mouth at once, then looked at Mo Shangjun with a smug, provocative expression.
Mo Shangjun rubbed her forehead.
Calling out to the shop owner, Mo Shangjun ordered two more baskets of soup dumplings.
"You won't be able to finish them," Liang Zhiqiong muttered, glaring in disbelief.
"Hmm," Mo Shangjun replied leisurely, picking up a fresh set of chopsticks. "I've got money. I'm happy."
"... Show-off."
Liang Zhiqiong ground her teeth, as though buying two extra baskets of dumplings were some grand display of wealth.
Chu Feiyin blinked, sensing something was off at the table. She ate one dumpling, then set down her chopsticks without daring to say more.
