"Well, well. What's happened to our dear Aili, who claims to be the best at enduring hunger? Why is your stomach growling so loudly?"
Robert initially thought the sound came from Daniel's stomach. When he turned to look, however, he saw that Ariana was the only person in that direction and couldn't help but tease her.
A woman's appetite is usually smaller than a man's, and this particular lady was a picky eater. When faced with unpalatable food, she would take a few bites at most—just enough to ensure she wouldn't starve.
To conserve calories, her daily activity was next to nothing. If she could lie down, she wouldn't sit; if she could sit, she wouldn't stand. The only times she'd willingly get up and move were on the days they ate instant noodles. All other movement was reserved for the mandatory check-ups.
But now, this picky woman's stomach was growling louder than anyone else's.
"Shut your sewer of a mouth!"
