Chapter 682: Chapter 681: If My Manager Didn’t See It, It’s Like I Didn’t Eat It

Under the enthusiastic call of Mu Qiu and Guan Yu, all the guests gathered around.

The agents didn’t disagree since many celebrities were present, and they could mingle even after the show.

Twelve people couldn’t fit at the round table, so the staff brought over a rectangular table from a fast-food place and placed it beside the round table. The tardy Shi Yuhuai, Chen Yi, and Shen Zhousong, along with Guan Yu who purposely sat there, all sat at the rectangular table.

The food initially set out by Mu Qiu and her two companions, along with the previously served cooling soup and white fungus soup, was already plentiful. Now, with everyone else’s dinner added, the entire round table was brimming with a variety of exquisite dishes.

Shu Ran’s celebrity diet meal, Han Xizheng’s high-protein combo of eggs and shrimp, Li Yang and Guo Yin’s roast duck with a family bucket...

Not everything was allowed to be eaten, but it was all brought by the agents, like Li Yang’s family bucket, Shi Yuhuai’s peach soda, Shu Ran’s fruit platter, and Shen Zhousong’s lamb skewers.

All sorts of items were placed together, and the combination of a round and a rectangular table just barely fit everything. The rice bowls had to be held in hand as there was no space to place them.

And among so many dishes, Chu Qiu’s had the most.

He had two small dishes and a soup by himself, and won eight dishes from others. Laying them out one by one, he directly occupied the spots of the two people beside him.

This sense of owning the most food made him feel refreshed and full of energy.

"Sorry, mainly because I have too many dishes, and I don’t have enough room here. Li Yang, you’ve been staring at my food, do you want some? Help yourself, it’s on me."

Li Yang: "... Those are the dishes I lost to you. Can I take them back?"

After all, it included an extra portion of roasted duck breast.

Chu Qiu: "A bet is a bet. If you lose, you lose. You can eat it, but it no longer belongs to you."

Sitting at the edge of the rectangular table, already gnawing on ribs, Guan Yu clicked his tongue: "Look at your helium balloon-like face. Winning a dish and you’d float to outer space to give a lecture."

Li Yang nodded in agreement.

However, as the owner of the food empire, Chu Qiu didn’t mind their "sour words," and with a flourish of his hand at Guan Yu, he said, "

"Rude!"

"... Ugh—"

Zhao Yu, picking peanuts out of her Kung Pao Chicken while watching their back-and-forth, seemed as relaxed as sitting in a traditional teahouse sipping tea and enjoying a performance.

With more people, there’s always noise.

Guan Yu and Chu Qiu had just expressed disdain for each other, and soon it turned into a fierce debate between Shu Ran and others on whether eating so little for dinner would take away life’s hope.

The others enjoyed the show while devouring meat.

Mu Qiu grabbed disposable chopsticks from a takeout bag, opened them, and picked out two pieces of beef brisket and potatoes for Zhao Yu, then took two peanuts from her bowl.

After eating the two peanuts, she felt her heartache: "If only those peanuts were still around, I could’ve added them all to the dish now."

Zhao Yu: "... If you want my peanuts, just say so."

They were close, so exchanging dishes wasn’t unusual.

Other people’s dishes always taste better, and having an eye on someone else’s food is perfectly normal. Watching them exchange dishes, the others felt tempted.

Shu Ran, even with greens stuffed in her mouth, kept glancing at Han Xizheng’s boiled shrimp.

Li Yang felt a craving for Guan Yu’s ribs, while Guan Yu had been eyeing Mu Qiu’s takoyaki for a long time.

The whole table had "ulterior motives," but surprisingly, the first to voice wanting someone else’s dish was Shi Yuhuai.

He wanted to eat the fried chicken leg from Li Yang’s family bucket, and proposed to trade with half of his steamed sea bass.

Li Yang, peeling off the fried coating of the chicken leg with disposable gloves, asked curiously:

"Brother Huai, you want this? Aren’t models even stricter on fried foods than us?"

Shi Yuhuai: "Hurry up and give it to me so my agent won’t see."

"If the agent doesn’t see, it’s like you didn’t eat it, and you won’t gain weight?" Chen Yi sipped soup, glanced at him, and threatened, "I’m going to report you."

Shi Yuhuai didn’t mind: "Today is special, I’ve been hungry for so long, eating a bit more is no big deal. Are we trading or not?"

Li Yang handed the remaining fried chicken leg to him: "Deal, is the steamed sea bass tasty?"

"Delicious." My foot.

It’s so plain.

After Shi Yuhuai spoke, it became easier for others to openly propose trades.

Shu Ran forcibly traded two leafy greens for five of Han Xizheng’s shrimp, and Guo Yin traded a chicken wing for one of Chu Qiu’s braised lion’s heads.

Though they called it trading, it was really just shamelessly asking, and then giving something else of unequal value as a trade.

Like Guan Yu now, he actually wanted to trade a cucumber salad for two of her takoyaki.

Ha, like that would happen.

Mu Qiu, having just "stolen" two peanuts from Zhao Yu’s bowl, heard the unreasonable request and directly covered the takoyaki box.

"Forget it, the enmity over the stolen peanuts is irreconcilable!"

Guan Yu paused, thought about it, and finally remembered—a couple of peanuts had indeed been swiped. But was there a need to remember it for so long?

"Is it that serious? They were just some peanuts. I’ll return them!"

Her soup was snow pea peanut rib soup, conveniently including peanuts. She carefully scooped a spoonful and walked up to Mu Qiu to put them in her bowl.

"Plump peanuts, thoughtful service, is it worth two takoyaki now?"

Mu Qiu nodded in satisfaction and handed over the covered small box.

"All yours." Anyway, only two excessively sweet ones were left.

Guan Yu happily returned with the takoyaki, snatching two of Han Xizheng’s prawns along the way.

Originally, she wanted to snatch a bowl of Chu Qiu’s dish, but unfortunately, Chu Qiu guarded his food tightly, refusing to give her even the overlapping dishes of stir-fried shredded potatoes.

Guan Yu sat back to eat the takoyaki, while Shi Yuhuai, across from her, gnawed on the fried chicken leg. In the middle, Chen Yi and Shen Zhousong, too focused on eating, seemed out of place with them.

Mu Qiu was happily eating the peanuts when Cheng Zhirang, who had just handed her a serving of fish for the fourth time, moved closer and asked in a low voice: "Do you want some shrimp?"

The shrimp were only available with Han Xizheng, and perhaps they were really good because the big plate of boiled shrimp was now down to just a couple.

Mu Qiu shook her head, saying: "I’d like some rice."

The rice was originally in front of her, but with Li Yang and others joining, Cheng Zhirang moved the obstructive things over to his side. Now it required bothering him to get some rice.

Cheng Zhirang didn’t say anything, taking her bowl and chopsticks to serve rice. Mu Qiu continued picking peanuts.

Then a slow-empty bowl started edging in from her right side.

Zhao Yu was still watching the excitement of Guan Yu and the others, but her hand was nudging her bowl, inch by inch, towards Mu Qiu.

She wanted some rice, since eating Kung Pao Chicken alone was a bit greasy.

But she was too embarrassed to ask Cheng Zhirang to "pass the rice pot."