Ming Yeqing: "...…"
"Did you think of this all by yourself?" Qin Muye was a straightforward person. Could she think of such an evil idea?
Ming Yeqing looked at Qin Muye with suspicion.
He would not believe it at all.
"It was actually my brother's idea," Qin Muye admitted.
Ming Yeqing nodded. That made sense.
The dishes they ordered were served one after another.
The waiter served the grilled buns and fried noodles.
Soon all the dishes they ordered had been served.
Qin Muye asked the waiter for an empty bowl.
She wanted to scoop half of the fried noodles into the empty bowl.
However, the noodles were sticky and soft, mixed with a thick sauce, and all tangled together.
They were not easy to scoop.
If she used too much force as she held the chopsticks, the noodles would break.
She carefully pulled out a whole strand.
The chewy, soft noodles then splattered sauce all around.
