It's not wrong to be complacent.  It had been ten years since Dean had last lunch together.  The smell of sweat from the high school uniform, indeed mixed with the canteen mother's fried noodles, which was only topped with chicory.

 But that can't make anyone lose their appetite.  Everyone likes to jostle just to buy unsatisfying food for one to five thousand rupiah.

"Dean want some meatballs?  Here are the meatballs!”

 Dean raised an eyebrow because it was Ivan who suddenly put a meatball into his bowl, without even listening to his response first.

 "Van, eat.  If you give it all to Dean, when will you be full."  Devan across the table squinted sharply.

 Responding to his brother's attitude, Ivan put on a sullen face.  While Dean just chuckled, laughing at his two friends who didn't change.

 From the beginning, it was very difficult for Ivan to have lunch with them.  On