Wu Xuewei held the hot milk in her hand. She was so hungry that she felt uncomfortable. The faint smell of milk filled her nostrils. She sat up and began to drink from the cup.
Feng Churui stood and watched her drink half of the milk. He took the cup and stuffed the chopsticks into her hand. “Don’t drink too much. Save some room for noodles.”
Wu Xuewei’s nose was a little sore. She tightened her grip on the chopsticks and said in a low voice,”... Thank you.”
She didn’t know if it was because she was too hungry, but this bowl of noodles was the best noodles she had eaten in her twenty years of life!
She had finished all the side dishes and noodles, and more than half of the soup.
When she put down the chopsticks, her stomach was already full. She patted her stomach and let out a deep breath.
Feng churui tidied up the bowls and chopsticks and walked out without saying a word.
