Initially, Mo Si had wanted to maintain a bit of decorum.
He wanted to present a sophisticated and dependable image to Jiang Qiuqiu. That way, he'd have more credibility when they discussed matters in the future.
But Mo Chengyu had absolutely no regard for his dignity.
The moment Jiang Qiuqiu gave the word to start, Mo Chengyu's chopsticks hadn't stopped moving.
Even though there were ten dishes on the table, and none of them were small portions, everyone sitting here had an appetite like a bottomless pit; they wouldn't stop eating until every plate was clean.
Maintaining one's composure and dignity meant not eating too quickly, not snatching up food too fast, which meant—
'This plate of bamboo shoots is already half-empty, so why is Mo Chengyu still reaching for them?'
Mo Si's hand, which was holding his chopsticks, paused for a moment before he too sprang into action.
The plate of bamboo tips was empty in no time.
