"Don't go too far!" Fu Jiaxu said coldly, "I'm just here to borrow some spices. Why are you all insulting me?"
"During the last competition, Ding Ruyun got cursed out because she didn't lend them to you. But now when it's your turn, you don't want to lend them to me either?" Fu Jiaxu sneered, "Talk about the pot calling the kettle black."
It seems like it's the same for everyone, so no one should blame anyone else.
Xue Jieyu thought to herself, good thing she hadn't agreed to lend him anything.
Of course, she couldn't have agreed anyway.
Xue Jieyu turned her bag upside down, pouring out all its contents.
In the end, there was only a flashlight, a matchbox with just a few matches left, and not much salt remaining.
"This is all I have left. If you want some salt, I can give you a little, but as you can see, I don't have much left." Xue Jieyu said, "As for the spices you mentioned, I've used them all up."
"Just these?" Fu Jiaxu was skeptical.
