Chapter 104 The Senior with a Dual Personality 9 (2/2)

Wen Wan stood there, watching them pack their bags and leave.

As she passed by her, Su Yao whispered her last words to her.

The noise inside the store resumed, mixed with a few jeers.

Wen Wan looked down at the mess of claypot rice on the floor and suddenly felt that in Su Yao's eyes, she was like those crumbly rice crusts that had been stepped on, burnt and brittle, worthless.

Under the boss's scolding, she squatted down to pick up the shards of the clay pot. A sharp piece of pottery cut her finger, and as blood beaded out, Wen Wan finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears in front of everyone.

The aroma of sausages and soy sauce filled the clay pot rice restaurant. Zi Xi gently poked at the golden-brown rice crust on the edge of the pot with the tip of her chopsticks, letting out a satisfied sigh.

"Try this, the fat and lean meat are just right..."

Across from her, Xue Xunzhi pushed up his glasses and smiled as he put all the sausages into her bowl.

The sound of the shop door being suddenly flung open interrupted Xue Xunzhi's words.

A gust of cold wind swept in, carrying fallen leaves, followed by a tearful accusation.

"What do you mean?!"

Zi Xi's chopsticks hovered in mid-air, and she turned her head at the same moment Xue Xunzhi looked up.

A girl in a beige sweater stood in front of the table, trembling as she pointed at a man and a woman sitting behind them.

Her voice was so shrill that the entire restaurant fell silent instantly.

Wow...do you know these two people?

Zi Xi lowered her voice and asked, she had no idea that eating claypot rice could involve gossip.

Xue Xunzhi frowned slightly, his gaze quickly shifting between Zixi and the claypot rice.

Before he could even say anything, he said to eat first, otherwise it would get cold and wouldn't taste good.

With a loud bang, Wen Wan overturned the clay pot on the table, and scalding hot rice and sausages flew out, startling the guests at the surrounding tables who leaned back.

As if a serial killer from a horror movie had appeared, Zi Xi gasped, her fingers unconsciously clenching the napkin.

Having witnessed the entire gossip, Wen Wan was now kneeling on the ground, futilely picking up the broken pieces of the clay pot.

Her fingers were cut, leaving several glaring bloodstains on the porcelain shards, but she seemed to feel no pain, mechanically repeating the action of picking them up, while large tears fell onto the floor.

Zi Xi couldn't help but steal glances frequently; most people in the restaurant were either taking photos with their phones or whispering among themselves.

"Stop looking, I had the owner reheat the claypot rice, hurry up and eat."

A warm hand suddenly covered Zi Xi's hand. She turned her head and saw Xue Xunzhi sitting back down with a bowl of hot claypot rice.

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes behind his glasses were filled with worry that Zixi was going hungry.

"It's alright, I'm almost full from eating melons, but I still have a stomach for staple foods."

Zi Xi touched her belly.

"Don't you have any compassion? Keep filming, have you filmed enough?!"

A very loud male voice suddenly broke the eerie silence.

Zi Xi turned her head curiously again and saw the tall boy in the black hoodie at the next table stand up, the chair scraping against the floor with a screeching sound.

His girlfriend across from him tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Don't meddle in other people's business," but he gently brushed her away.

"Get up first, there are pieces on the ground."

The boy strode over to Wen Wan, squatted down, and handed her a tissue.