C1181 Three Big Iron Pots

The argument between Yang Soong and Meng Shihan stopped for the time being.

When the stomach of the noble little classmate gurgled, the sun turned into a setting sun.

The leaves of the ginkgo tree unknowingly fell on their shoulders.

They had been standing there for a long time.

"Are you hungry again?" Yang Soong had just finished asking when his stomach started to growl