Looking at the tabletop in front of Lan Weiwei, the bowls and plates were already piled up like a mountain.
The staff originally intended to take away the empty bowls and plates, but upon realizing you and Lan Weiwei were competing, they had to leave them aside. To prevent any breakage, two staff members had to stand guard since the tableware here was exquisite, with the bowls and plates made of fine bone china, crafted with precision and valued quite highly.
Lan Weiwei turned to look at you, only to find you leisurely sipping a bowl of French soup, and on your right side, an equally mountainous pile of plates.
"I think I've also surpassed 600," you said with a smile, looking at Lan Weiwei, and asked, "Can you still eat?"
Lan Weiwei smoothed her hands over the fat on her stomach, causing her chest to jiggle exuberantly. Oh dear, it was too much to look at directly!
Finally, Lan Weiwei waggled a finger at you, chuckling, "This time I'm going to eat you all up!"
