"I'm watching you—"
Miaomiao squinted, staring at Ansheng in silence as she began to sense something amiss. She spoke with a hint of grievance, "Didn't I tell you to order whatever you like? How is there still a tomato in here that you can't eat at all?"
"Tomatoes... I can barely eat a little bit now!" Ansheng coughed defensively, though he felt somewhat guilty.
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