"How does it taste?" After taking a few bites of each type of rice, Wu Jun looked up and asked Xu Fei, who was sitting across from him.
"Wu Jun… are you sure this rice is eighteen yuan a catty, not one-eighty?" Xu Fei pointed her chopsticks at the bowl of Mongzhalong Rice, her expression odd. "I feel like you got completely ripped off. The taste of this Mongzhalong stuff is a whole lot worse than our Hongyun Rice."
"Exactly. And they have the nerve to sell it for eighteen yuan a catty. Just ripping people off." Wu Jun stood, picked up the two bowls of steamed Mongzhalong Rice, and walked toward the kitchen trash can.
"Hey, Wu Jun, don't throw it away! It's such a waste! Even if the taste is a little off, it's still edible." Amid Xu Fei's cry of alarm, Wu Jun dumped both bowls of rice into the trash can.
