Chapter 550 One Hand Spinning the Fan, the Other Stuffing Desperately

Chapter 550: One Hand Spins the Lazy Susan, the Other Shovels Food Like a Starved Beast

Amid the small talk, the waiter brought in the first dish. "Dinner’s served!"

The Red Flag Restaurant was quite upscale, featuring a rotating tray—still a novelty back then.

As soon as the waiter set the dish down, everyone, already hungry, snatched up their chopsticks.

Su An straightened her back, craned her neck, and moved the fastest. With a sharp slap, she slammed the lazy Susan with such force her entire body tilted sideways.

The spin sent the dish whirling so fast it blurred into afterimages, nearly taking flight.

Sauce splashed in all directions, landing squarely on Counselor Sun’s glasses, blurring his vision.

One of Counselor Sun’s relatives had already reached out with her chopsticks, only to stab at nothing but air thanks to Su An’s spin.

The waiter, who had just set the dish down and was about to leave, turned to stone.

With that single move, Su An paralyzed the whole table—more effectively than any binding spell.

As the plate continued spinning wildly, Su An exploited the chaos and smacked the lazy Susan again.

*Smack!* The rotation halted instantly, but momentum sent the dish skidding toward the edge. Just as it was about to fly off, Su An slapped it back into place, yanked the plate toward her, and wolfed down the food with her chopsticks.

*Munch, munch~*

The table fell silent in shock.

Zhou Yuanning’s eyes gleamed—she grasped Su An’s strategy.

Counselor Sun, ever composed, was the first to break free from the spell. Seeing Su An about to strike again, he quickly turned the rotating tray, trying to give everyone a fair share. "Come on, everyone, help yourselves!"

But Su An, eyes glued to the dish, ravenous, stopped chewing as her head slowly tracked the spinning plate. Then, suddenly, she blinked back to awareness, resuming her loud chewing.

After Counselor Sun let two people take their portions, Su An lunged again—just as fast, spinning the rotating tray like a propeller back to herself.

Despite his experience, Counselor Sun seemed hexed once more, rooted to the spot. Other guests awkwardly retracted their chopsticks, embarrassed.

Through clenched teeth, feigning concern, Counselor Sun forced out, "Su, you must be *really* hungry."

Su An mumbled without glancing up from her bowl. "Yep. Lost over ten pounds recently."

The second dish arrived.

Su An stopped chewing, craned her neck, and locked onto the waiter’s dish like a hawk.

A few guests, eyeing her warily, clutched their chopsticks, bracing for battle.

But none could match Su An’s audacity. The moment the dish touched the table, the tray became a blur once more.

Counselor Sun instinctively lifted his hips and scooted his chair back—just in time for another splash of airborne gravy.

Su An raised her hand and slapped the table, landing the second dish perfectly right in front of her.

"It's chicken? I love it."

Su An put down her chopsticks and used both hands, grabbing a chicken leg in each. With a swift grab-and-pull motion, both legs ended up in her bowl.

Everyone in the room was stunned.

Thirty-some eyes were all fixed on Su An.

Zhou Yuanning's eyes flashed, and she clenched her molars. Slamming her chopsticks down on the table, she rolled up her sleeves and imitated Su An, leaning forward to snatch two chicken wings and half a plate of meat into her bowl.

She didn’t dare look at anyone, feeling her face burn. She could only lower her head and pretend to be ravenously hungry, eating in big mouthfuls.

The others were already gaping. Several relatives even turned to look at Counselor Sun’s wife—weren’t these supposed to be college students?

When the third dish arrived, Su An struck like lightning again.

By the fourth dish, she had already mastered the routine.

This was a dish of pancakes with roast duck, a main dish. Counselor Sun’s wife was quick, twirling the turntable before the dish even landed. "I love this dish the most."

But Su An was faster. Her small hand darted out, grabbing the entire stack of pancakes. "I’m from the north—I love this kind of wheat dish."

Counselor Sun’s wife finally got her turn, but when the plate spun to her, the pancakes were gone.

She froze, baffled. Without the pancakes, all that was left was duck meat and cucumbers—how was she supposed to eat it?

She looked up at Su An as if seeing a ghost, then turned to her husband.

The turntable was still spinning when Zhou Yuanning, copying Su An, slapped it to a stop. She lifted the plate and scraped off most of the duck slices into her bowl. She'd already chipped in her 5-kuai gift money—might as well eat her money’s worth.

By the fifth dish, Counselor Sun’s face turned ashen. He hurriedly turned the table. "Su An, Zhou Yuanning, let everyone have some too."

Su An developed convenient deafness, and Zhou Yuanning caught it too. Counselor Sun’s tone grew pleading.

"Hey, hey, let everyone have some, let everyone eat a bit, just a bit... Oh, come on..."

Su An’s deafness was severe, and her hands were too busy—one spinning the lazy Susan like a fan, the other stuffing her face.

After pillaging the final dish, Su An’s hearing conveniently returned.

"Ah, this restaurant’s food is really good. It’s been a while since I’ve eaten so happily. Thank you for your hospitality, Counselor Sun."

Zhou Yuanning quickly parroted hollowly, "Yes, yes, the food is really good."

As she spoke, she glanced at the midden heap of bones and scraps beside Su An’s seat, then at the equally towering pile in front of herself. She didn’t dare look up to see the others’ expressions.

What should she do? She felt gloriously shameless. After all these stingy banquets, this was the first time she’d actually eaten her fill. Counselor Sun always invited so many people but served so few dishes—she’d never been full before.

The rest of the table had been rendered intermittently mute by the two of them.

Counselor Sun clenched his fists, trembling. He didn’t dare look at the guests’ faces either—he never wanted to admit Su An and Zhou Yuanning were his students.

Counselor Sun’s wife stared at the food stains splattered on her clothes and the battlefield of a table, nearly had an aneurysm.

Hissing through clenched teeth, she said, "Jesus Christ! Of course it tastes good—eight dishes, all gobbled up by you two hyenas. The rest of us haven’t even eaten."

"You’re college students—you should mind your damn manners. People who know you might think you’re just starving, but strangers would assume you have the manners of starving street dogs. Even the waiters looked ready to quit."

Su An didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed. "Call this a banquet? For your grandson’s first birthday? Where’s the birthday boy? Not even making an appearance? Where are your son and daughter-in-law?"

Fifteen or sixteen people, and you only ordered eight dishes? Apart from a small chicken, a plate of duck, and one soup dish, the rest were either tofu or plain vegetables. People who only chipped in two bucks are still badmouthing others behind their backs. With table manners this trashy, you’re really gonna throw shade at me?

But she still pretended to look apologetic.

"I'm really sorry. I didn’t have time to eat lunch, so I was starving—so hungry I lost myself. I was in a food frenzy—wasn’t paying attention. My apologies."

Chen Hongyan’s chopsticks were bone-dry—she hadn’t snagged a single bite. If it had been anyone else, she’d have flipped the table already. But because it was Su An, she could only stare dumbfounded at Zhou Yuanning and Su An.

A male classmate, spaced out until now, suddenly caught on. Su An and Zhou Yuanning were doing this on purpose.

As for why—there was no need to ask. He’d already coughed up gifts four times for these scams. But being shy by nature, he wasn’t as bold as them.

Chen Hongyan couldn’t hold back anymore and turned to Zhou Yuanning. "Zhou Yuanning, have you lost your mind? What are you even here for?"