Zhou Baowei left his spot, probably heading to the restroom to drop off some pearls.
Bai Bufan watched Zhou Baowei's desolate back, biting his lip, his eyes filled with hesitation and unease. Was what he was about to do inappropriate?
So he turned to Lin Li, took a deep breath, and asked:
"Lin Li, if I sneak a piece of Bao Wei's omelet now, do you think I'll get caught?"
"Probably not, but can't you finish the food in your bowl first before eyeing what's in the pan?" Lin Li gave a steady analysis, "Also, be careful in case Bao Wei is baiting us and is secretly lurking at the door, wiggling his butt and spying on us."
"True, never mind, I'll let him off today." Bai Bufan nodded, finishing off the buns in a few bites, sipping through a straw from his soy milk. Excitedly, he asked, "Lin Li, about last night, what's the deal?"
"I'll buy you a pudding at lunch."
"Who asked about pudding—you're really getting me one? Thanks, bro!
