"These dishes, weren't they made by Senior Brother Jiang?"
After hearing Luo Xiaoyu's words, the other roommates sitting beside him looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.
After a moment, a tall roommate who looked like a basketball player suddenly grinned and picked up his chopsticks to continue eating heartily.
Laughing nonchalantly while eating, he said:
"Why should I care who made these dishes? As long as they taste good, that's all that matters!
Anyway, I really like eating them, and I can't tell the difference between these and the ones made by Senior Brother Jiang!"
Upon hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and started eating heartily again:
"Exactly! As long as they taste good, who cares who made them?"
"Whether they're made by Senior Brother Jiang or not, we still have to line up every time. If we're late, we won't even get any!"
