"...Who knows the meal on the plate, every grain is hard-earned..."
"...Who will give me a bun, so I may never go hungry again..."
The afternoon class had just started, and Hu Yidao's stomach began to rumble loudly. Looking pitiful, he held his teacup as if it were a rare treasure, sipping it little by little and constantly mumbling to himself, making the two girls in front of him unable to suppress their giggles.
This was a large lecture in a school auditorium; they had arrived late, so there weren't any adjacent seats left, only scattered ones. At this moment, everyone but Yan Fei was looking around at each other. Some didn't even have teacups and were eyeing Hu Yidao's cup with envy.
Truly hungry, even though it was university, the canteen's food didn't have much oil or flavor. At a time when students could eat a lot, these guys had missed lunch while messing around, and now they sat in the classroom with growling stomachs — it was unbearable.
