Bamboo rice is delicious, but it's too filling.
This resulted in the lavish dinner Ah Wang had painstakingly prepared being barely touched.
Ah Wang: "So I'm the only one to blame?"
Except for Yin Le, who missed out on the bamboo rice because she was busy at the hair salon.
The others all bowed their heads in shame.
Ah Wang glared around the room, not leaving anyone out.
He scolded with his eyes: Wasting food is shameful!
Fortunately, it's winter now, and the weather's cold; leftovers left overnight can still be reheated in the morning.
"Are you still eating?" Ah Wang stood up and asked.
If not, he would clear the table.
Everyone shook their heads and obediently helped to clean up.
Suddenly, there was a dull "thud" sound from outside the front door.
It sounded like something had bumped against the door.
"Probably some kid messing around," Liu Ji speculated.
Qin Yao shook her head, "Doesn't seem like it, Ah Le, could you go check?"
