The dishes Fang Jiaxi mentioned were prepared by the other two groups.
It was apparent they hadn't been touched much, but whether they were specifically left for Chen Yuling, everyone knew the truth.
The appearance of the remaining two or three dishes was not appealing, some even burnt to a crisp black. After all, these people rarely cooked, let alone used primitive wood-fired cooking methods, making it easy to burn the food due to the inability to control the heat properly.
Chen Yuling was aware that these were leftovers nobody wanted to eat, prepared to be thrown away, but she couldn't complain one bit and had to pretend to be magnanimous and say she didn't mind.
After all, she had voluntarily left the table.
But whenever she thought of how she had struggled to tend the fire all afternoon, ruining her makeup and becoming a laughing stock, only to end up with these leftovers, Chen Yuling couldn't maintain her smile.
