We found a good restaurant nearby and Dali, having finished an entire bowl of beef noodles, looked on with regret.

Although he could no longer stomach any more food, he still insisted on braving the challenge. He picked up a salad bowl and said to Bingxin, "Come on then. I'll show you my unique skill of eating in a buffet. Have you ever seen a salad stacked up thirty centimeters high?"

"You’re bragging,” Bingxin waved him off dismissively. “I don't believe a small bowl could hold that much food."

When Dali said he would show it to her, Xiaotao sneered, "Stop showing off, you idiot! You’ll have to pay extra if you don't finish your food!"

"Song Yang-gege,” Bingxin shook my sleeve. “Would you like to get some food with me?"

“You should go,” I said. “I'm not really hungry."

But Bingxin’s heart was set on me accompanying her. Right then, I was...