In front of the guzheng, the qipao-clad woman with delicate makeup had already stopped performing.
The group of four women and one man, who had eaten for a whole half-hour, finally put down their chopsticks and bowls.
However, even though the girls had stopped worrying about their weight and fat and had let themselves enjoy the feast, most of the exquisite dishes remained uneaten on the table.
"Ah, this is truly like the life of a deity; I would have no regrets dying after today!"
Tao Yun, whose white shirt was now tight against her belly due to overeating, stretched lazily and with little concern for image. The moment she had walked into the dining room without any hope, Tao Yun became the most carefree among the girls, the one who let go the most.
"To say such a thing, aren't you afraid your parents will come after you to set you straight? What a foodie!"
Without passing through her brain, and already used to contradicting Tao Yun, Song Xiaoxi immediately fired back.