Zhao Changsheng looked disgusted as she pointed at those people's noses and mocked them mercilessly, "Look at your hands, did you even work before eating? Even a donkey knows to finish walking in the mill before it gets to eat."
Su Mo laughed out loud, slapping the table in front of Zhao Changsheng, "Sit down and eat, stop arguing with donkeys."
Her words always had an effect, and Zhao Changsheng found a stool and sat down angrily, her legs spread wide in a bold posture as she slurped up noodles.
Ling Ye looked at Zhao Changsheng with a hint of admiration in her eyes.
Li Qian, however, patted her leg under the table and said helplessly, "Girls should sit nicely while eating."
Her sitting posture was no different from that of a 180 kg man.
Zhao Changsheng slapped his hand away, shifting her stool to the side, "Talk is fine, but don't touch."
Su Mo laughed heartily, surprised to see that her posture had indeed become more proper.
