Ibuki Mio's Turn

Wang Meiyu and Four-Eyed Taoist seemed to have anticipated this happening long ago. Each of them piled their bowls of rice full of food and stood at the doorway, bowls in hand, watching.

Four-Eyed Taoist shook his head and sighed. "Sigh, I knew it would turn out like this. Good thing I filled my bowl with food beforehand. What about you?"

Four-Eyed Taoist asked Wang Meiyu beside him.

Wang Meiyu poked at the rice in her bowl with her chopsticks, looking somewhat depressed. "I was a step too slow. I barely got any food..."

Four-Eyed Taoist transferred some of the food from his bowl into Wang Meiyu's. "I still have plenty. I'll give you some."

Just then, Akasaka and Lin Zhengying suddenly exerted force, snapping the table cleanly in half. Their palms remained pressed together as they continued to compete in strength.

Four-Eyed Taoist hurriedly crouched down and used his chopsticks to pick up the food that had not touched the dusty floor, stuffing it into his mouth to show that it could still be saved.

Wang Meiyu helplessly shook her head. Standing at the door, she no longer had any appetite and said to Four-Eyed Taoist, "Martial Uncle, can't you stop them?"

Four-Eyed Taoist hurriedly waved his hand. "Stop my ass. Do you think I can beat your grandpa, grandniece?"

Wang Meiyu poked at the rice in her bowl with her chopsticks. "Even so, can't you think of something? This can't go on."

Akasaka and Lin Zhengying had both turned red in the face from exerting too much force, yet their palms remained pressed together. Neither was willing to let go.

Men were just that stubborn. Take one step back, and you lost.

With no other option, Wang Meiyu laid her bowl and chopsticks flat on the floor, walked