In just a few bites, Xia Yu devoured a fried noodles sandwich and licked the grease that clung to his lips, savoring the long-lasting aftertaste in his mouth.
Even a breakfast made on the fly had a level of deliciousness that surpassed expectations.
Especially when eating lunch at school, convenience was key. That was why the fried noodles sandwich had become popular at Neon's local schools, no need to go to the cafeteria to borrow the microwave to heat up food, still eating with contentment and leisure, life should be like this. At least Xia Yu, as a foodie, felt his appetite was satisfied.
"That, that, Mr. Xia Yu, can we swap sandwiches?"
Nishimura Eiki asked, swallowing his saliva.
"Swap?" Xia Yu glanced at the store-bought fried noodles sandwich in his hand and then at his own, unable to suppress a chuckle inside.
