Watching Jiang Shaoqing fidgeting due to his long arms and legs at a cramped table, Zhuo Lin couldn't help feeling smug. Serves you right for being so arrogant earlier! Are you humbled now?
She breaks apart a pair of disposable chopsticks and takes a bite of the Mixed Noodles. Oh my, delicious!
The noodles here are served in hot soup, not cold like other types, and even with the lingering heat of late summer, the scalding, spicy taste as the noodles hit your mouth is simply delightful, making your whole mouth dance along with the hot rhythm.
Slurp and suck, the sounds made Jiang Shaoqing frown.
This girl doesn't care about her image at all.
She is a girl!?
To eat like this, it's unparalleled.
Why on earth did his own mom introduce such a peculiar character to him?
The main thing is, facing a noise-maker every day at mealtime is enough to make him dread the thought.
