Chen JianShe and Lu Yuanbin completely ignored Zhu Wanqi’s reaction, their hands moving even faster.
Zhu Wanqi was stunned.
"How many days has it been since you two have eaten?"
’Her dad was always nagging her about her lack of table manners. She really wished he could see this—a perfect example of what people with no manners looked like.’
Chen JianShe and Lu Yuanbin remained silent, even shooting Zhu Wanqi a guarded look.
Zhu Wanqi was so exasperated she almost laughed. ’What’s with that look, as if they’re afraid I’m going to snatch the food away?’
’She was Zhu Wanqi; she would never do something like that.’
’These two were just so petty.’
However, watching their hands fly, she was starting to get antsy herself.
Gu Jiaojiao smiled and urged Zhu Wanqi to eat.
The meal had actually already begun, but Zhu Wanqi hadn’t started eating right after the first bite was taken.
Proper guest etiquette dictated that one should wait for the host to insist a few times before picking up one’s chopsticks.
At Gu Jiaojiao’s next urging, Zhu Wanqi picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork and popped it into her mouth.
Instantly, a sweet and sour flavor exploded across her taste buds. With a single bite, she found it was crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, and absolutely delicious.
Zhu Wanqi’s inner foodie was thoroughly awakened. Noticing two other dishes were already half-gone, she quickly snagged another piece.
This time, it was the smoked fish. Savory, fragrant, and simply divine.
’How can anyone’s cooking be this delicious? It’s so good I want to cry! I feel like I’ve wasted the past thirty-something years of my life, WAHHH!’
’No way. I have to make up for all those years I wasted.’
’Manners and etiquette? None of that was more important than the feast in front of her.’


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