With lightning speed, the instant noodles in Cui Muzhi's hand landed in Cui Shiji's hand. Cui Shiji took a big gulp and drank a few more mouthfuls of soup before he could give any words of praise.
Cui Muzhi wanted to say, "Let me have a bite too. After all, it's my instant noodles." Cui Shiji picked up the bowl again and took a big gulp. He gulped down a few more mouthfuls of soup.
He ate happily and had no intention of giving his son a bite.
Cui Muzhi watched helplessly as his father finished all the instant noodles and looked like he had not had enough.
He quickly sneaked to the side, wanting to hide the remaining instant noodles.
Cui Shiji seemed to have grown on him. Cui Muzhi had just taken two steps when he was caught. Cui Shiji's eyes followed Cui Muzhi's flustered gaze and he immediately grabbed an oil paper bag on the table.
