Meng Xiaoyi covered her mouth, unable to hide the shock in her eyes.
In a wildly exaggerated tone, she asked, "You… Where did you get a fire? Where did you get a pot? And all this other stuff?"
Meng Xiaoyi pointed her other hand at the stove.
"Isn't the production team going too far? We've been starving for so long, and you guys are over here enjoying yourselves. This is so unfair…"
Xu Jiali took a few satisfied sips of noodle broth, set down the bamboo tube, and then turned to look at Meng Xiaoyi.
"Back to accusing the production team of giving us special treatment again?"
"I… I didn't mean that."
"That's exactly what you meant! Fine, you're incompetent, but the moment someone else does well, you assume they're getting special treatment? Just how twisted do you have to be to say something like that every single time?"
Xu Jiali stared at Meng Xiaoyi, as if genuinely curious.
