"Then what should we do?"
"We'll just have to go hungry. At the rate that kid eats, it’s a miracle he even left the bowl for me..."
Su Ming rubbed his stomach, his gaze fixed on Shen Ruoyan. There was no doubt about it—the lamb soup smelled ridiculously good. The moment the lid was lifted, the unique, gamey aroma had swept through the entire room. Fortunately, most of the students had gone to the cafeteria, and Su Ming had opened the window beforehand to ensure enough ventilation so the smell wouldn't linger too much.
Chapter 65