For someone who had eaten all sorts of delicacies in his life, any delicious food would be a norm to him.
Besides, that sort of spicy soup was nothing like a high-quality clear soup. But right there and then, the taste of the fishball was exceptionally delicious.
Especially when he saw how Shi Nianyao's eyes were sparkling, he felt all the more that the spicy soup was very tempting.
As she ate, Shi Nianyao said, "Do you know that I used to salivate whenever I saw people drinking spicy soup by the road? I always wanted to do it too. But my older brother and father were very strict and wouldn't let me. So whenever I was unhappy, I'd take my own pocket money, run away to a spicy soup stall and order loads of spicy soup. After I drink the soup, I feel all good! Hahaha, try it. I've always liked the spicy soup from this shop."
As she kept talking, Mo Xicheng lowered his head and ate with her.
