"Wen Jin, you cut in line!" Yu Anwan suddenly spoke up.
Wen Jin acknowledged with a grunt and didn't deny it.
"What did you say?" Yu Anwan was curious.
"I said my wife is pregnant and refuses to marry me. She told me to buy hot and sour noodles within ten minutes, or else she'll run away with the child," Wen Jin calmly explained.
Yu Anwan, realizing that her reputation was tarnished was speechless.
Now she understood that the way those people were looking at her was far from blessings. It was more like admiration.
"Wen Jin!" Yu Anwan ground her teeth in frustration.
However, Wen Jin patiently blew on the hot and sour noodles to cool them down and then brought them to Yu Anwan's mouth, effectively silencing her.
Yu Anwan was compelled to eat while mumbling, "Wen Jin, just because I'm eating doesn't mean I can't scold you!"
Sob, sob... but it was delicious.
