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.
His family has good manners, emphasizing dining without making any uncivilized noises; if his grandfather were here, he’d probably be beaten.
But watching her enjoy her food does spark his appetite.
He looked disdainfully at the noodles. They seem ordinary; how could they taste good?
He hesitantly rolls up a strand of noodles and puts it in his mouth.
Ready to spit it out if it doesn’t taste right, it’s Jiang Shaoqing’s first time eating at such a roadside stall.
As he tastes it, a burst of sour, spicy, and numbing flavors hit him, along with a savory taste. It’s really delicious.
He usually likes spicy food, and this flavor is quite authentic. Of course, he’s never had real Mixed Noodles before, but for someone who likes spice, this is truly impressive.
Awesome!
He starts eating with big bites.
Compared to her, however, his eating style appears too genteel.
The guy sitting next to them couldn’t help but feel a bit resentful, the contrast was too stark.
It’s too much to bear.
But he wasn’t slow, devouring the food like a cyclone, and then started on a bowl of hot and sour noodle soup.
Zhuo Lin chuckled.
This kid must have never eaten this before.
She quietly lowers her head and focuses on her own meal.
By the time she looked up again, she realized there were three empty bowls in front of her.
Jiang Shaoqing was elegantly using a napkin he found from somewhere to wipe his mouth, showing no signs of having just hogged the food.
"Jiang, my brother, that was a bit... too much!"
Zhuo Lin puffed up in anger. That was her bowl of hot and sour noodle soup too; she doesn’t get to eat here often as she’s usually very busy.
Jiang Shaoqing glances at the three bowls in front of him.
"Girls are supposed to be on a diet, right? I’m helping you, no need to thank me!"
Diet my foot.
Zhuo Lin nearly cussed out loud.
Who said anything about dieting? I don’t need to diet in this lifetime.
She stood up and silently went to the queue.
There wasn’t much in one bowl anyway; she couldn’t let this shameless person ruin her happy life, she had to get her hot and sour noodle soup. Yes, and another bowl of Mixed Noodles. At this rate, she could eat four bowls in one sitting.
"Give me another two bowls of Mixed Noodles and two bowls of hot and sour noodle soup, I’m not full!" As soon as he saw her queuing, he unapologetically barked the order.
Zhuo Lin really wanted to punch this jerk. Who was treating whom here?
It’s all coming out of her purse.
She’s really lost out today.
After both of them had their fill, eight empty bowls sat in front of them, making them look like heroes of Liangshan who had come down from the mountains.