"Didn't I tell you I would pack it up and eat it myself? You still came. Don't come next time."
Fu Xiuyuan said in a low voice, "I'm willing to try it."
"Okay, then try my portion later."
Fu Xiuyuan: "…"
"Okay, no more teasing."
Soon, two bowls of river snail rice noodles were served.
Shi Jin's bowl was completely authentic. Fu Xiuyuan's was a bowl of vegetarian noodles.
"Then I'm going to start eating."
Shi Jin picked up her chopsticks and smiled charmingly.
Fu Xiuyuan liked her easy, unguarded smile.
He followed suit and picked up his chopsticks.
The taste of the river snail rice noodles was strong, but Shi Jin ate happily. Fu Xiuyuan ate the bland soup noodles in his bowl and glanced at Shi Jin's bowl from time to time.
The way she ate was not delicate, but it was very attractive, as if it was the most delicious thing in the world.
