"Do you know how outrageous that woman was?!"
Jiang Han, dressed in fox pajamas, sat on the sofa swinging her legs and cried out to Cen Jing in grievance.
Cen Jing carried over a huge pot of hotpot and set it on the coffee table, then piled a mountain of meat beside it. Without hesitation, she tossed cheese into the hotpot. Beautiful Jingjing blinked her eyes.
"Was she? Didn't you two have a pretty nice chat?"
Cen Jing raised her left hand and tapped its fingers with her right index finger.
"Look, you're both idols; you're both very promising; you're both from South City; you're both high-ranking professionals among witches; and you're both especially beautiful... Isn't it a good thing that you got along?"
She was the one who grabbed me... Jiang Han sniffed. Catching the fragrant scent of cheese and hotpot, she narrowed her eyes and let out a satisfied purr, then abruptly widened them again and puffed out her cheeks.
"I didn't want to talk to her! She was so annoying—she kept pestering me all night..."
"Eh, she was pestering you?" Cen Jing blinked again, laughter in her eyes.
Jiang Han pursed her lips aggrievedly, scratched at the hair beside her ear in irritation, and finally sighed before admitting the truth.
"...I wanted to eat. I wanted smoked meat, smoked griffin meat, smoked dragon meat, venison, and lots and lots of meat. But she kept dragging me into conversation. I was almost starving to death!"
That was so embarrassing... Jiang Han felt that if Jingjing had not insisted on asking, she would never have admitted that she had been unhappy because she could not eat meat.
It was much like what Qin Shunying had trained her to say:
A buffet reception is for chatting, not for actually eating!