Next day, Wang Qiang got up early and ate his meal with exceptional speed. After finishing the porridge in his bowl, he quickly grabbed another bowl, as if he feared someone would snatch it away if he slowed down.
Seeing Wang Qiang's anxious demeanor, Wen Quanxin couldn't help but curiously ask, "Hey, Qiang, what's the rush? No one's fighting you for it, you're acting like you've never eaten before."
It was rare, but today Wang Qiang didn't respond as he usually would. He ignored Wen Quanxin, picked up the refilled bowl, scooped two spoonfuls of side dishes, grabbed two steamed buns, and ran upstairs.
Wen Quanxin was left wide-eyed, staring blankly at the dining table.
This isn't right! Something's definitely up with Qiang! As Wen Quanxin came to his senses, he quickly started gossiping with everyone, seeking information:
"Hey, hey, guys, what's up with Qiang today? Look at his absent-minded look, does anyone know the inside scoop? Hurry up and tell!"
