Qiao Lian was so angry that her chest started heaving and she placed both hands on her waist!
It would have been one thing if the person who secretly ate her noodles had finished the entire bowl, but the person who had eaten her noodles had also left some soup behind! What was the meaning of this? Was the person taunting her?
Zhang Hong, who was currently wiping the table, responded with a sneer, "You are so ignorant. Who would secretly eat your noodles? However, Ms. Qiao, can you please wash the bowl after you have used it in the middle of the night to secretly eat?"
Qiao Lian frowned and said, "I cooked two bowls of noodles yesterday and intended to eat the remaining bowl this morning. If nobody touched it, why is there nothing left now?"
Zhang Hong pursed her lips and said, "Who knows?"
"You don't know? Then could it be that a rat or a stray dog secretly ate my noodles?"
