"Momo, it's just grilled; give it a taste."
Yan Gui eagerly handed the freshly grilled beef skewer to Mo Shangjun.
Du Wuwei, who was in charge of the grill: "..."
"Instructor Mo."
"Instructor Mo."
One by one, people greeted Mo Shangjun.
Mo Shangjun nodded casually, not bothering to correct their form of address.
Looking around Mo Shangjun, Yan Gui regretfully asked, "Where's the Buddha?"
"Should be with Ruan Yan," Mo Shangjun took a bite of the beef skewer and then said to Du Wuwei, "Add some more chili."
Du Wuwei: "..." Is eating all you know how to do?
Silently, he covered the skewers in chili.
"Too much, are your hands shaking?" Ding Jing frowned disdainfully from the side.
Du Wuwei: "..." My temper!
Finally, someone couldn't hold it any longer and complained to Mo Shangjun, "Instructor Mo, your team has been bossing around here for ages, not doing anything, just jabbering away. Can you do something about it?"
