Ye Xingchen put the pot aside and set up the small table on the operating table. He placed the pot of noodles on the small table.
"There wasn't much time. Big Brother Zhao will have to make do with some random food. See if it's enough."
Zhao Hao's family stock was more than enough compared to the average person. However, even though it was sufficient, he had not had such a sumptuous meal since the heavy snow. Usually, when he and Li Anran had a luxurious meal at home, they would at most share half of the sausage given by Ye Xingchen with porridge or rice gruel. When had he ever eaten such a big pot of noodles alone?
"Have you really eaten, Little Ye? I can't finish it either. There's too much."
Zhao Hao's stomach was growling, but he was afraid that Ye Xingchen and Lin Sijia would give him all the food they didn't dare to eat.
