Qiao Xiaon'an was gulping down her instant noodles. Halfway through her second bowl, she was growing angrier by the moment.
Her brows suddenly furrowed.
"No, Weiwei, I need to go out to have a big meal, you'll treat me."
"..." Is this the nature of a big eater? After a bowl and a half of instant noodles, could she still fit more in her stomach?
Ye Weiyi licked her lips before saying, "Is it necessary to have a big meal?"
"Yes." Qiao Xiaon'an slammed the noodle cup onto the table and nodded, "I barely slept last night, but I'm in a bad mood. I expect I won't fall asleep easily even if I wanted to. Let's go. Let's go to the food street. I want hot pot, the extra spicy kind."
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Half an hour later, the two were now conquering the food street.
The kind of place where ordinary folks—despite knowing it sells junk food—still couldn't resist the allure, dining there two to three times a week.
