"Tsk tsk--" A slight gulping sound was heard beside Mo Chu. Even though the sound was very weak, she still heard it.
She turned her head to look to the side. The middle-aged man was staring at the instant noodles that were boiling in her pot with a face full of saliva. However, when he met Mo Chu's gaze, he could not help but feel a moment of embarrassment on his face, he subconsciously took a few steps back.
"Aren't you going to cook?" Mo Chu glanced at the instant noodles that he was hugging tightly in his hands and asked softly.
"No, there's no need!" The man shook his head and looked down at the food in his arms happily. It was as if he owned the entire world. "This... I'll stay for a few more days. Now, I can eat some biscuits first."
If it was before, who would care so much about a packet of instant noodles? But now, all the supplies had become scarce resources. This kind of hot food was even more precious...
