Xie Jiling didn't expect Han Zhuofeng to have thought it through.
She nodded.
Soon, a bowl of river snail rice noodles was served.
The restaurant reeked of the smell of this river snail rice noodles.
And now that the river snail rice noodle was served, the smell was coming straight from their table.
Han Zhuofeng didn't dare to try it.
But Xie Jiling was so excited to try it. "Actually, these rice noodles smell good."
With this, Xie Jiling took some rice noodles.
The surface of the soup was floating with a layer of red and spicy oil, and it looked really spicy.
The customers sitting at other tables were all wiping their noses from time to time.
They were also making huffing and puffing sounds. Obviously, the noodles were spicy.
Xie Jiling blew on the bowl of noodles until it wasn't that hot before she took a bite.
