Approaching the campfire, Mo Shangjun scanned around with a slight smile.
Mo Shangjun asked with a smile, "Does everyone present get a share?"
Shengzi glanced at Mo Shangjun but didn't speak.
"Sure."
Qiqi nodded generously without hesitation.
That look in her eyes carried a bit of scheming and calculation.
Mo Shangjun noticed but didn't expose it, instead sitting down beside them.
Qiqi and Shengzi kept their eyes on her, planning to observe her reaction first, but Mo Shangjun leisurely sat down and her gaze rested on the charcoal-filled pit beside them.
A few seconds later, Mo Shangjun narrowed her eyes at the two and suddenly asked, "Are there potatoes and sweet potatoes in this season?"
Qiqi and Shengzi exchanged a glance.
"Well," Qiqi laughed, "there are always some that slip through the cracks!"
The atmosphere was a bit tense.
These sweet potatoes and potatoes were cleverly taken from the mess hall by Qiqi.
