Shen Ci smiled as he handed two paper bowls to Elder Lee, "If you don't mind, please have a taste."
Why would Elder Lee mind? He had been drooling with anticipation.
He had planned to eat it slowly in front of himself, but remembering Gu Miao's look when she looked at Shen Ci, he cleverly poured the chicken soup and vegetables all into his own lunch box.
At that time, Meng Chuyue and Shen Ci also started eating.
Of course, Meng Chuyue ate a small portion, while Shen Ci ate a large one.
Gu Miao was so angry that she almost threw her lunch box away.
What about mine?
Why didn't you share with me?
And at this moment, the men in the carriage were looking at Shen Ci with a mix of envy and disdain.
Damn, glutton.
Of course, this group didn't include Elder Lee.
He was now conquered by the delicious food and just wanted to eat.
And he had just seen it.
