"Hua Zi, let's hurry up! Otherwise, those spicy crayfish will be snatched up!"
"Oh oh!"
Upon hearing Li Hao's words, Yao Pinghua couldn't help but look back. Goodness, ten large bowls of spicy crayfish, and within a few short minutes, five of them were already empty. The remaining five bowls were already half gone!
Instantly, he felt a sense of urgency and quickly sped up his movements.
At this moment, the other classmates were either sitting or squatting, eating with great delight:
"Wow! These spicy crayfish are just too delicious; none I've had before compare to the ones here!"
"Mmm! So spicy, so hot, so satisfying! Leave the rest to me!"
"The Seventh Dining Hall indeed, the dishes here are a thousand times tastier than anywhere else!"
"..."
The students were eating, faces flushed, mouths greasy, while Xiong Bingsheng and the homeroom teachers stood aside, never moving.
