Lunch is over.
Qiaoqiao happily went to rinse her lunch box, while the three girls sat there numbly, with half of their instant noodles still in the bowls.
At this moment, they were holding their phones, their fingers almost leaving afterimages!
[Ah, ah, ah, I've really never eaten anything so good, sob sob!]
[Now I understand why rich people spend tens or even hundreds of thousands just for a meal.]
[The air-freighted ingredients in novels finally feel real.]
[Sisters, send me 50 Yuan, I'm going to play the lottery. After becoming a billionaire, I'll treat everyone to such air-freighted ingredients.]
[Why don't you send me 500 first to help me cover tonight's Changleju?]
[So, a meal at Changleju that costs over a thousand must be this delicious too, right?]
[Speaking of which, didn't you hear them chatting? It seems all these vegetables are grown by themselves at home... I wonder if they sell them. If I buy some for my mom, will she give me more allowance?]
