Fu Yunhe was the first person to arrive at the canteen, because he already knew that Nian Shutong was coming to help today. Thus, his only little scheme was to be the first to eat the rice served by Shutong.
However, he was also pondering another matter. Should he start putting his academic credits into practice?
Following Fu Yunhe, more students gradually arrived, and a queue formed in the not-so-large canteen.
The first words uttered by the students as they entered were all colloquial expressions of astonishment.
"Holy moly!"
"Damn!"
"Shoot!"
"This can't be for real!"
The dazzling array of food and the tantalizing scent hit them like well-dressed little demons, endlessly seducing their taste buds.
"I want to try that hot and sour rice noodles."
"I feel like having some teppanyaki."
"That spicy mix smells so good."
"The spicy hot pot next to it seems nice, too."
"I just want a bowl of noodles."
"Should we just share a few dishes?"
"That sounds good."
