"We called out our dishes first; there aren't even those dishes available in the cafeteria, let alone the others?" The one who spoke was the seemingly older of the two senior students, wearing a pair of scholarly black-framed glasses. As soon as she spoke, Zhang Yiyi was at a loss for words. She seldom called out dishes by name during meals, not to mention anything else—she didn't even know what the "scallop fish" dish was called.
Despite what's said, when people get really hungry, they can do anything. Plus, Zhang Yiyi was an athlete; whether it was height or vocal power, she was not going to lose to them.
"You must have failed your elementary Chinese, right? There are only three dishes at this counter: this one, that one, and the other one makes three exactly. It's like calling someone 'you' or 'her.'" Zhang Yiyi wasn't someone who would agree with everything.
