Not long after, she came back in with a bag of snacks, locking the door again.
Then she tossed the snacks onto the bed, kicked off her shoes, and sat on the bed to eat.
Sun Dasheng looked at her with a strange expression: "Is this how you're losing weight and slimming down?"
Ouyang Nana felt a bit embarrassed being watched, especially since she'd only just boasted about her diet, but of course, she couldn't admit it, so she argued: "Eating snacks doesn't mean not dieting; eating a little snack fills you up, so you eat less of your main meals, which is also dieting."
Sun Dasheng chuckled and grabbed a bag of chips, tearing it open to eat: "Cucumber flavor is really nice."
"You like cucumber flavor, too?" Ouyang Nana seemed to have found a kindred spirit in snacking, scooting over closer.
"Yeah, cucumber flavor is the best," Sun Dasheng stated as if it were obvious.
"See, I told you, when I ate cucumber flavor at home, my family thought I was weird because they don't like it."
