Jiang Nian didn't react.
He glanced at the cold dishes that were soaked in soup and were no longer edible, and a hint of irritation appeared in his eyes.
What I hate most is when people waste food.
How could these privileged second-generation rich kids, born with a silver spoon in their mouths, possibly know that every grain of rice is grown by farmers through hard work in the harsh winter and scorching summer?
What's even more distressing is for these specially admitted students.
I've been queuing for so long on an empty stomach, and now there's no food left to eat.
We can only make do with some plain white rice.
They dared not say anything.
Canxing does not allow ordering takeout.
Or rather, since specially admitted students aren't allowed to order takeout, these privileged students can do whatever they want. It's just that regular takeout isn't as good as the food at Canxing Restaurant, so generally nobody orders it.
"Order them some takeout for me, something nice." Jiang Nian looked at Han Xu.
Today's events were completely innocent; these specially admitted students were caught in the crossfire. Qin Xiaoxiao came after them.
"OK."
Han Xu was about to take out his phone.
At that moment, the restaurant door was suddenly opened again.
A group of men in suits, each carrying two exquisite wooden food boxes, walked in under the watchful eyes of the crowd.
The food box is engraved with the three characters "[Baiweizhai]".
Baiweizhai.
The most upscale restaurant in Beijing, with an average cost of 2,000 yuan per person.
"You ordered this?" Jiang Nian was taken aback and looked at Han Xu and Tang Qiuya.
"It wasn't me, I hadn't even taken my phone out yet." Han Xu was also dumbfounded.
Tang Qiuya said, "I don't even know what to fill in for the address here."
The man in the suit who was in the lead walked up to Jiang Nian with utmost respect.
"Miss, Mr. Bo heard about the situation at the restaurant and asked us to expedite the order of some food from Baiweizhai and have it delivered."
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