It was a good thing that, after all this time, I didn't give a fuck what people thought about me.
I wasn't one of those girls who went out and ordered a salad, not like I ever really went out, but you get the idea.
No, I was the kind of girl that ate anything and everything and didn't care who was watching.
Case in point?
Right now.
Zhenlan, Lingyun, and Yuche had made an assembly line between where I was sitting on the couch and the kitchen where Chenghai was still cooking.
I had eaten two plates of spaghetti and meatballs, four bacon sandwiches, more eggs than I cared to count, a full bag and a half of chips (and not even a flavor I liked), three chocolate Easter bunnies that I had no idea how they got into the house, and two hamburgers.
I was so full and happy that I officially had a food baby.
