"Don't wave around in front of me, I'm afraid I won't be able to contain my temper," Cheng Feiyang had never seen someone so shameless.
"You...," Zhu Yun was so angry she could burst, fearing that Cheng Feiyang might really hit her, she finally shut her mouth.
Shen Mianmian cooked porridge, fried some pancakes, and in the end, stir-fried four dishes, two meat and two vegetarian. Just as the dishes were served and everyone hadn't even sat down, Zhu Yun had already picked up her chopsticks and started eating.
Upon seeing this, Yang Xiaoxi immediately lost her cool, "Zhu Yun, do you have any manners at all? We haven't even taken our seats yet."
Zhu Yun replied, "Then hurry up and sit down! I didn't eat enough at noon, I'm starving to death."
Yang Xiaoxi felt so angry her liver hurt, "Next time we eat, you are not allowed to touch anything until we have all started."
"Eating a meal, where are so many rules?" Zhu Yun said with disdain.
