Chen Xue curiously asked, "What does Young Master Mo usually eat? Surely, hotpot, such a commonplace food, isn't suitable for him. Doesn't he eat things like French foie gras and black truffle for every meal?"
"Pfft——"
Gu Li was amused into laughter by Chen Xue, "Girl, you're hilarious! It's not as exaggerated as you say. He's just like us, he grew up on plain white rice, too."
"Hehe, I was just curious."
As Chen Xue's words fell, the door to the private room squeaked open from the outside, and the towering figure of Mo Shiting appeared before them.
"Hello, Young Master Mo!"
Chen Xue and Mi Dong quickly stood up, their faces involuntarily tensed, an action that resembled seeing a leader inspecting, which caused Gu Li to laugh, "You guys, sit down."
The two ladies knew they had shown excessive restraint, which made them feel a bit embarrassed.
"Hello."
Mo Shiting nodded slightly at them, then walked resolutely to Gu Li's side and sat down.