The setup looked quite grand, with dishes laid out on a string of round tables, and the aroma wafting into the air was so fragrant it almost brought tears to one's eyes.
As soon as the signal to stop working was given, a few people who were starving rushed towards the sunshade.
They moved faster than the car Guo Yin was driving earlier.
"What dishes, what dishes? What did you bring me? It's not spicy hot pot, right?!"
Li Yang rushed over and caught the assistant next to the manager, sweeping his eyes over the half-arranged dishes.
Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Luckily, it's not."
With his mind at ease, he plopped into a chair and turned to look at the others with a grin.
"Did any of you get spicy hot pot?"
The manager gave him a glance, rather disdainfully, "Who would bring something like that in a fasted state to an artist..."
"Ah—my sister! Why did you bring me rice soaked in soup?!"
Shu Ran's soprano rang out.
Everyone looked over as if watching a show.
