Auntie's Cooking

Small Dining Table.

Group chat page, an ink-wash avatar: "She didn't invite me. Her mom did."

Dong Qingfeng held his phone, and his expression changed dramatically.

The hope filling his heart instantly plunged to rock bottom.

Jiang Ning's words, separated by a screen, seemed to cast a spell that beat him up badly.

The pain left Dong Qingfeng's face deathly pale.

"Dong Qingfeng, what's wrong?" Jiang Yanan asked with polite concern. After all, she had accepted so many breakfasts from him; she couldn't just ignore him.

Dong Qingfeng forced out an ugly smile. "I'm fine. Let's eat."

At a table not far away, in stark contrast to Dong Qingfeng's despair, Liu Chuandao burst into wild laughter, his face brimming with petty triumph. "Hahaha, did you see that? Jiang Ning swore! He actually said 'her mom'! Hahaha, he usually pretends to be such a nice guy in class, but look at him now—his true colors are showing!"

He had already sentenced Jiang Ning to death in his mind, so he only gave the message a cursory glance. People only saw what they wanted to see.

Chai Wei glanced at him. The two were already enemies, and Chai Wei had clearly seen Jiang Ning's message. Jealousy churned inside him, putting him in a terrible mood. "Not only is your brain useless, your eyes are too."

Liu Chuandao glared furiously, pointing at his nose as he cursed, "Who the hell are you talking about?"

Liu Chuandao was tall and burly. When he got angry, ordinary students would usually give him a wide berth. But everyone at his table was a heavyweight; not one of them feared him.

Yan Tianpeng and Zhang Chi, seated at the same table, seized the chance to rapidly work their chopsticks and pile food into their bowls.

Chai Wei