The scallion pancake was gone.
Xue Zhongfei stared at the now-empty data plate, a look of wistful loss in his eyes.
He disposed of the plate and licked his now-empty lips.
'CRUNCH CRUNCH... what was this pancake called again? Scallion pancake? So this flavor... is this the taste of scallions?'
...Ah.
'So sinful, so sinful. In the end, I've become a traitor to the group.'
"So, uh, did you guys dispose of that dish Jiang Jiujiu made?"
"Disposed of! Definitely not eating it!"
"Yeah, disposed of."
"Ah, it's gone."
"I didn't eat it."
"Humanely disposed of."
Hundreds of men all claimed they hadn't eaten it.
Xue Zhongfei looked at these disingenuous messages and scoffed internally.
He thought for a moment, then sent a message to the discussion group.
"I ate what's-her-name's dish. I still think Xuexue's is better."
For a split second, the discussion group lagged, and then a string of question marks floated up.
