An Lan understood as soon as he heard that.
Poor Wu Ling. From the very beginning, he'd become Mu Xi's "cricket"—the classic example of a guy she'd still complain about to her best friend even when they were a thousand miles apart.
It was easy to imagine: if a girl treated a guy that way, she couldn't possibly have feelings for him.
Na'er nodded, seeming to understand. The next second, she called toward the counter, "Boss, could we get another twenty cans of braised beef?"
"Coming right up!" the boss called from beside the stove, never slowing the movement of his hands as he turned the cans.
Mu Xi stared blankly at Na'er. It was the first time she'd seen how much Na'er could eat, and she was truly stunned. For a moment, she forgot to react.
She stood there dazed for a while before carefully asking, "Um... Na'er, can you really finish all that? Don't make yourself sick."
Na'er's eyes were full of disdain. "That much is just an appetizer for me."
Mu Xi instantly understood why An Lan and Na'er had reacted that way when she'd asked if they were hungry earlier.
Without changing expression, she took out her Soul Guidance Communicator and quickly typed a message to her mother, Yuan Bao'er: "Mom, please prepare extra food tonight. Na'er has a huge appetite. Don't let her go hungry."
Only after sending it did she breathe a sigh of relief. It might not help, but they were bringing their guest home for dinner, so they should at least try to make sure she had enough to eat.
After the meal, Mu Xi got up to pay.
An Lan felt a little disappointed. He'd waited the whole time, but never heard the "story of the braised beef," nor did the