Ming Ansheng, who came from a wealthy and prestigious background, could never tolerate the unhygienic standards of roadside stalls.
"Eat my porridge." He threw the tissues away before placing the porridge before her. He smiled and coaxed her gently. "If you really want to eat more, I'll get Old Wu to buy. Don't buy food from roadside stalls as they always sell leftovers. You will get a stomachache."
Su Yue glanced at her beef noodles when she heard Ming Ansheng. She even added chili oil and it looked so appetizing and delicious.
It didn't even look dirty at all.
"Jiaojiao never criticizes my food choices," Su Yue grumbled softly as she pulled the container towards her. She turned her back against him before taking a mouthful of porridge.
She shall finish every last bit of his porridge then.
