"What happened, why is there so much less of the chopped chili fish pieces?"
Hu Zhihai returned to the store with a bag of fresh ramen, only to see that the plate of chopped chili fish pieces was noticeably less. His face instantly showed utter despair,
"Didn't we agree to wait for me to come back? I was only gone for a few minutes, and so much fish is gone! Where is the basic trust among people?!"
"What are you yelling about!"
Jiang Yu took the bag from his hand, shook out the fresh ramen and put it into a pot of boiling water, giving him an amused glance and said,
"No one stole any, everyone is waiting for you."
"Impossible!"
Hu Zhihai was full of disbelief. He stared at the pieces of fish on the plate, counted them carefully, then looked up and confidently said,
"At least a third of the fish is missing!"
Jiang Yu, without turning his head, said, "Two teachers came by, I packed some for them to take back and eat."
"..."
Hu Zhihai looked utterly grief-stricken.
