Zhao Guodong tilted his head, clearly not understanding why Zhang Linong suddenly mentioned this, just as he was picking up the food and smelling its aroma, a smile cracked on his face.
"Leave half for them." Wang Ping gestured to the middle of the lunchbox with his hand.
The smile on Zhao Guodong's face immediately faded, but he reluctantly agreed with a hum. He picked up a large mouthful with his chopsticks and handed them to Wang Ping. Wang Ping, already hungry, took the chopsticks and ate a large mouthful, followed by another, before passing the chopsticks to Zhang Linong. After Zhang Linong took a bite, only half of the rice in the lunchbox was left.
The three continued to take turns, and seeing the half that remained, Zhao Guodong pushed the lunchbox towards Wang Ping, signaling him to deliver it. Wang Ping turned around, chewing, clearly unwilling to go.
