Yan Keke felt that no matter how bad the food tasted, she had to force herself to eat it. Wasting food was absolutely unacceptable.
But she understood one thing clearly: rules are for restraining herself, not others. Even though she thought it was a pity to throw away the meal, she couldn't ask He Yiran to do the same as her.
He Yiran looked at everyone eating, then glanced back at the rice in her bowl, still unable to bear it. "Ugh, I really can't eat it. I really can't force myself to get this down."
Wasting a boxed meal was hardly a big deal anyway. "If you don't want to eat it, just don't. It's no biggie."
In the end, He Yiran gave up on the bowl of rice she couldn't finish and turned to embrace some bread instead.
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The school's drainage was faster than they'd expected. By evening, most of the water had already receded. As for the furniture that got soaked—if it didn't break, the school definitely wasn't about to replace it.
