"The Supernatural Society is holding an event! Check your phone quickly!"
Brother Nan stared at her phone, somewhat incredulously. "They still have the guts to organize events! And it's the end of the term too! I heard that after last time, that idiot Club President actually set up altars for the Bodhisattva Guanyin, the True Martial Great Emperor, and a crucifix in his dorm."
"That's going to spark an international incident, right?" Zhou Li said uncertainly.
"Who knows."
By then, their ordered dishes had started arriving. The first was a cold dish of lemon ghost chicken. It was intensely sour and spicy, the chicken covered with bright red crushed chili peppers and fresh green lemon slices, a sight that made one's mouth water.
Zhou Li began serving rice to everyone, forming it into pointy mounds.
Under Tuanzi's watchful, gleaming eyes, he also scooped a small heap for her. He shaped the rice into a semicircle and placed it right in the center of her special disposable dish.
