Miao Meili rolled her eyes at the strange looks from the male colleagues around her and scurried over to Lin Fan with her tray.
"Hi, Brother Lin."
But as she took in the food in front of him, her appetite vanished. There was rice soup as thin as water, chili stir-fry that was nothing but chili, beef noodle soup without a shred of meat, and fried rice that was just a mushy lump. Aside from some bok choy stems, plain rice porridge, pickled vegetables, and steamed buns, there were only a few chicken legs left with blood still visible on them.
Chapter 123