If he knew the other person's scores, he probably wouldn't have asked like that.
"What's up?"
Fang Qing came back with a tub of cold skewers. She pulled out a chair and sat down, placing the skewers in front of Little Zhang, "Hungry, right? Eat first, fill your belly."
Little Zhang raised his head, obviously eager to reach out, but for some reason glanced at someone nearby and then slowly retracted his hand.
What does it mean to command respect without being angry?
This is a live demonstration.
Only a chubby person knows how hard it is to control the impulse towards food.
Fang Qing smiled in surprise and then took a skewer herself, "If you don't eat, I will."
Little Zhang swallowed, the "grumble" in his stomach reappearing.
Fang Qing lightly kicked someone, "Alright, I bought vegetarian ones. They won't make him gain much weight. Are you worried he won't be able to slim down in the future?"
Yeah.
