Just a while ago in the hall, the main course had been served, and both Miss Ade and Su Qingtong had a small bowl of steaming porridge in front of them, its milky white color exuding the aroma of mushroom soup.
Miss Ade took a small sip, and her eyes instantly lit up, the delicacies brewed into the soup tasted delicious, and the porridge was also exceptionally scrumptious.
At the end of the dining table, Yao Qingzhi sat emotionless like a wooden block, with her eyes fixed and unyielding.
Without concern, Su Qingtong buried her head and ate bitterly. Miss Ade looked at both of them, then turned and instructed Song Ma to prepare another lunch, who nodded slightly before turning to start the preparations.
After the meal was served, Yao Qingzhi didn't refuse to join.
Su Qingtong scoffed.
During lunch, Miss Ade and Su Qingtong talked endlessly, and silver-bell-like laughter occasionally rang out through the dining hall.
