47 The Prophet Has Stabbed His Knife

On the other hand, Chu Bai opened his eyes and stretched, preparing to go out for dinner.

The effect of eating in-game was not very great. Every time he went offline, his body would be particularly tired and hungry.

He did not want to cook even though he was hungry.

Click.

Chu Bai opened the door.

Coincidentally, Lu Yufan, Yu Qingyu, and Jiang Qianyue were standing opposite the door.

"Hi, Chu Bai."

"Did you guys go shopping?"

"Yeah, we just finished shopping. Chu Bai, let's go out for hotpot." Lu Yufan invited with a smile.

"It's alright. I'll just make do with a few bites," Chu Bai said.

"Oh, it's nothing. The uncle from before is treating," Lu Yufan said.

"Huh? Didn't you guys not like him? Why are you still eating with him?" Chu Bai asked in confusion.