The line for food was dwindling, one by one, until it was finally Ji You's turn.
Ji You squeezed out a smile and said, "Senior, could I trouble you for a serving of braised pork ribs with rice?"
This third-year senior was methodical, serving Ji You justly. As he was dishing up the meal, Ji You watched him intently without taking her eyes off him. He was just like a precise scale, serving every student an almost identical amount, without any slightest favoritism.
Ji You, with her tray in hand, was ready to leave.
Who knew, the server suddenly chuckled and said, "Don't pout, little junior, with your petite frame, I reckon you can't eat much. This portion should be enough for you."
Ji You: "..."
Ji You gritted her teeth: "Even if you give me 10 servings, it won't be enough for me. The question is whether you're willing to sell it!"
The serving senior: "..."
The server laughed, "I can't afford that, really can't."
