"Sure, make yourself at home, why don't you?" Yang Qing snidely remarked once he came back to his abode with Ellie in tow.
He found Feng Xin, Luo Meili, Mao Yunru, Su Jinjing, Zheng Hu, Haishi, and Bolin sharing a meal on his front porch dining comfortably like it was their backyard with feet up, though the latter two seemed a little more reserved and were only having what looked to be snow ginseng tea.
"I could pack it all up and leave you know," said Feng Xin with a mocking threatening look as he pointed toward the spread that was on the dining table.
There was an assortment of a few snacks here and there; there were spring rolls, pan-fried dumplings, and different kinds of pancakes along with a pot of snow ginseng tea.
Yang Qing ignored him and picked a plate that he generously filled with everything that was there which caused a little vein throb on Feng Xin's forehead.