C75 Exorcism(1)

Duck, duck, fish... Seafood... I, Xiao San, Jiu Zi and the rest were like refugees fleeing from Africa. They were staring at the two tables full of food with dull expressions.

Similarly, the company's employees who come to the cafeteria to eat during lunch break cast envious, envious and disdainful glances at the rich dishes on our table