Shi Qian sat in the restaurant and watched Fu Sinian come out with bowls and plates. She realized that he exuded a trace of enthusiasm she had never seen before.
This was very different from his usual appearance.
Fu Sinian brought everything out. Shi Qian divided the noodles, added shredded cucumber and carrot, and a large spoonful of stir-fried mushroom meat sauce. She stirred it and gave it to Fu Sinian.
She had prepared one for herself.
Fu Sinian had already taken a bite. Shi Qian wanted to ask him if the burnt taste was strong. Seeing that he didn't react at all, he probably didn't taste anything weird.
She looked down and tasted it. Her face changed.
The noodles were burnt. She couldn't stand it. Why didn't Fu Sinian react at all?
"These noodles taste a little burnt. Can you eat it?"
"It's delicious."
"Impossible!" Shi Qian looked skeptical.
