For lunch, An Ning ate five flatbreads and a lot of the vegetable dishes.
Lin Cuihua had made a huge meal. The reserved mushrooms, glass noodles, and a few potatoes filled a large basin to the brim, more than enough to ensure everyone ate their fill.
"Little Sis, try dipping the flatbread in the broth. It's delicious."
An Ning looked at the serving basin, which only had broth left, then glanced skeptically at An Guoming and didn't move.
"Go on, pour the broth into your own bowl."
Once Lin Cuihua spoke, An Ning was immediately convinced and ready to try it.
But first, she asked, "Is anyone else eating?"
Everyone shook their heads. They were genuinely stuffed.
Only after confirming did An Ning act. She polished off the last two flatbreads, mopping up all the broth in the basin.
After her last bite, An Ning set down her bowl. It was unnaturally clean. She patted her stomach.
"Mm, I'm a little full."
'A… little full?'
