It seems that since everyone gathered to eat in that area yesterday, they all ended up going to the same spot again today without planning.
The three girls sat together, and the other boys were scattered across two or three tables, but they were all seated nearby.
Su Nanzhi's appearance was a bit abrupt.
Because she was carrying a rather large black bag in her hand, a cloth one at that, which drew the attention of many people.
Su Nanzhi glanced around and then headed straight for the table with the most people, raised her hand, and set down the soup. Its weight was almost tangible to everyone present.
Su Nanzhi, "Is everyone from our class here?"
Zhao Qingheng stood up, "What's this?"
Su Nanzhi, "It's soup prepared by Teacher Jiang for us. Class president, could you gather everyone, and let's all drink the soup together."
Zhao Qingheng, "..."
Other people, "..."
This was unexpected for them.
