"Sister Mianmian is really amazing. It's such a blessing to be in the same group as her. She can cook every meal so well."
These words were like poking at Han Yan's heart.
He was already extremely depressed in his heart, and when he heard Su Mufei's words, he felt even more suffocated in his heart, making him feel uncomfortable all over.
Why didn't he have such a good teammate like Qiao Mianmian?
Look at the other team.
And look at his own.
Han Yan felt that his life was tough.
He silently picked up the bowl of instant noodles and drank the last mouthful of soup.
The fragrance of the braised pork wafted into his nose from time to time. Having just finished his instant noodles, Han Yan felt hungry again. He was so hungry that his stomach kept growling.
He smelled the fragrance and looked at the bowl of red braised pork that was still glistening. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva and couldn't bear to look away.
