After bidding farewell to Ren Xing and leaving the trade building, Wang Hao's stomach suddenly growled, and he finally felt a bit hungry.
Hunger was a strange thing. Sometimes, if you didn't think about it, you wouldn't feel it at all. But once you did, it felt like your stomach would stick to your back, and you couldn't even walk.
"Better eat something first," he thought.
After looking around, he casually chose a restaurant named "Yi Xiang Nong" and walked in.
The restaurant wasn't large, but it felt very clean. It was lunchtime, and a few couples were eating, chatting, and laughing quietly.
"Boss, give me a bowl of rice noodles with shredded pork and green peppers. Add more green peppers, more shredded pork, and more noodles," Wang Hao called out.
The boss was speechless: "You might as well ask for two bowls..."
