"Mistake."
Duan Zimu said very calmly.
This absolutely was not his usual level of performance... he was convinced.
Mo Shangjun waved her hand, helplessly said, "Forget it, I'll do it."
"Leave it to me," Yan Gui volunteered, patting his chest and assuring, "Leave these two dishes to me, I promise to have them ready for you in ten minutes!"
Mo Shangjun paused, then raised her eyebrows at Su Bei and Bu Yirong, "You two came for a snack, right?"
One look at her expression and it was clear she had no good intentions, Su Bei quickly said, "Don't get any ideas about us."
Mo Shangjun squinted at her amiably, "I heard you provoked someone from Team A again this afternoon?"
Su Bei: "..."
Bu Yirong chuckled, "Alright, I'll make a few dishes, you guys go to the cafeteria."
With a turn of his eyes, Yan Gui quickly raised his hand, eagerly saying, "Yirong, I'll be your assistant."
"Uninvited hospitality," Bu Yirong saw through Yan Gui's ulterior motives in one glance.
