As Ji Cheng and Wen Xu argued, Zhao Ming was looking at them with a bored expression.
' It's only a noodle. Is there any need to make a fuss out of it?' she felt irritated with these irrelevant arguments.
She was hungry. She wanted to eat, but now everyone was busy looking at the argument between the mother and son.
She got annoyed seeing their argument.
She looked at the noodles that were getting cold and soggy by the time.
She looked at the other people in the hall who were watching Ji Cheng and Wen Xu's face off.
She shrugged her shoulders and ignoring the intense atmosphere she decided to focus on her noodles.
She picked up her chopsticks and slurped the noodles. But as she slurped a mouthful of noodles, she couldn't help but make a noise.
" Sshh."
Though she knows table manners. It's not that she was uneducated or uncultured.
