The little rabbits were very cute, not big, and pink, making people feel reluctant to eat them.
When everyone saw this, their mood was no longer so downcast. Instead, each person picked up a little rabbit and tasted it seriously.
Seeing everyone was tasting intently, Lin Xu quietly got up and went out with Shu Yun.
"Did I come just in time?"
"Perfect timing. I was worried they'd get depressed. I never expected these literary folks to be so sentimental, making me uneasy whether sitting or standing."
Shu Yun chatted quietly with Lin Xu, smiling at the waitstaff they encountered.
Back on the second floor, Shen Jiayue was already on her second bowl of Chicken Beak Soup, not too deeply invested in literature, nor prone to such melancholic moods.
Seeing Lin Xu coming over, this young girl joyfully said:
"This Chicken Beak Soup is so delicious, Yun Jie, you should try it. It's super tasty."
Finally, some praise was heard.
