Joa pointed out that they had only just finished eating.
Since this had all been Qiong Xing's suggestion about the fish dishes, he couldn't argue back.
If anything, it was his own doing.
He might just have to ask Ato to give up on the idea.
"…Maybe we should just stop—"
"Eh?! You're stopping?!"
"No way, I want to eat it!"
"I'll work hard, okay?!"
"I'll work hard too!"
"I want to eat it too!"
"...…."
"…That's what they're saying."
Joa sounded exasperated at the desperate chorus trying to stop Qiong Xing, but Qiong Xing felt a wave of relief wash over him.
He had been worried they might resent him for making them do something troublesome.
"You guys are way too quiet. It's creepy. What happened to all your usual pointless chatter?"
"Hey, that's mean! It's not pointless!"
"Yeah! It's educational!"
"It's more fun when we talk while we work!"
"Then talk. If you stay silent, Qiong Xing's going to worry."
"...Ah."
They all turned to look at him at once.
