"Why aren't you all eating? Didn't I say you could leave a little less for me?" When Tao Dongdong returned, his roommates were gathered around the table, swallowing their saliva.
"This..." Zhao Qibing pointed to the food box, "This..."
Dongdong leaned in to take a look, helplessly rubbed his forehead, and laughed bitterly. Sister Ye'er was essentially forcing him not to be frugal.
However, his mom is a maid. Wouldn't the fact that the sister of the house owner sending such a food box not affect his frugality?
"Tao Dongdong, we've been brothers for so long, you really don't have to compromise yourself just to save our face."
"Exactly, by doing this, you make us feel narrow-minded, and we don't know how to interact with you in the future."
"Yeah, you really don't have to say your mom is a maid just to save our face."
"..."
