The next day.
School cafeteria.
Stir-fried green peppers with mushrooms, cold wood ear fungus, double-cooked pork, grandma's home-style scrambled eggs with vegetables.
"Crack."
"Crack, crack."
"Paper, paper."
Fang Huai muttered under his breath as Qin Ting, sitting diagonally across the small dining table, quickly passed him a napkin.
"Tui!"
A big mouthful of mushrooms, gritty with sand, was spat out by Fang Huai onto the paper.
Then, frowning and with a look of disgust, he turned to Qiao Xiaole sitting opposite him.
"You invite me to eat and this is what you give me?"
Qiao Xiaole was somewhat speechless, "What do you expect with the school's facilities? What else would you want to eat?"
Fang Huai grumpily spat out another bit of sand onto the paper, "Damn it, show a little sincerity at least. Pretend to be ill, buy some medicine, and grab us a stir-fried beef from the little vegetable restaurant at the school gate!"