"Holy shit, Brother Jin, my birthday's next week. Want to celebrate it for me? I want steak too!"
Yang Ao said this while looking at the calendar over dinner that evening.
"Why did you say... too?"
"Stop pretending, Brother Jin. When I got up last night, I saw you and Mo Xiao sneaking steaks. Damn, you each had one... this thick! They must've weighed at least half a pound each, right?"
"Ahem... Li Moxiao insisted on having some. She was tired after staying up all night playing Civilization."
Li Moxiao looked utterly unconcerned. "Heh~ It's not like he cares about wasting food anyway. He feeds that two-faced bitch good food every day. He might as well let me eat more. Who knows, once I unlock the Tier 3 Gene Lock, I might even save that ungrateful bastard someday."
Everyone knew whom Li Moxiao meant. Lately, Shen Jin had kept inviting Xing Lingmin, the prettiest girl in his university class, upstairs to eat.
Although she was very easy on the eyes and spoke pleasantly,
everyone felt something was off. Shen Jin... didn't seem that desperate. Could an old classmate really come with a halo of her own?
Could she satisfy some particular need inside him?
But Yang Ao and Old Fu couldn't very well butt into something like this. They simply ate in silence.
"All right, all right. Even steak can't shut your mouth. What can?"
Shang Qian rolled her eyes at Shen Jin. "You shut Mo Xiao's mouth with steak. What are you using to shut your class beauty's mouth?"
"Uh, just a few extra bowls of rice porridge. Nothing much."
"Oh? Rice porridge? Watch out, or one day your class beauty might make you carelessly lose your **porridge?"
Shen Jin: "Uh..."
Yang Ao whispered to Old Fu, "Carelessly lose