[ They both know if the vegetables are on Lan Wangji's plate, Wei Ying won't touch them. At least this way if they're mixed in, he'd have to purposely eat around them.
But stopping their buffet journey early with tables and tables to go, Lan Wangji follows him to a table.
He's selected for himself. Broccoli. Peas. Wilted kale. Carrots. Pickled mustard greens. And rice.
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But stopping their buffet journey early with tables and tables to go, Lan Wangji follows him to a table.
He's selected for himself. Broccoli. Peas. Wilted kale. Carrots. Pickled mustard greens. And rice.