Li Huan nodded quickly. She had been in Xiangcheng for over a month, but between her worry for Su Qing and the whole ordeal with Cheng Beilin's kidnapping, she'd had no appetite at all. Food was tasteless to her, and even when faced with a sumptuous meal, she would just take a few quick bites and be done with it.
So, if you were to ask Li Huan what good food Xiangcheng had, she really wouldn't be able to answer. When Su Qing said she had learned to make these in Xiangcheng, Li Huan naturally believed her without a doubt.
When they returned to the dorm that evening, everyone was there. Seeing Su Qing and Li Huan come back, Song Yufang snorted, grabbed her washbasin, and went to the washroom.
Li Huan curled her lip. "She's got issues."
Liu Juan said, "Just ignore her. She's so passive-aggressive all day long, acting like the world owes her something."
Li Huan said, "But isn't it tough for her? Making everyone hate her—how can she feel good about herself?"
