But the old man was still ogling everyone's bowl of noodles, swallowing his saliva from time to time, that greedy look made it difficult to look straight at him.
"You…" Yang Ruxin felt that what she brought back was not an old man at all, but a rice bucket.
The old man probably felt his behavior was a bit too much and quickly diverted his gaze, touching his stomach, "Girl, it feels like it's been decades, and I finally had a full meal..."
All of a sudden, Yang Ruxin was at a loss for words, "Old sir, you're exaggerating a bit too much, aren't you?... Decades? You would have starved to death, right?"
The old man just chuckled and didn't continue to say anything.
Yang Ruxin couldn't help but roll her eyes, this old man seemed like he was going to squat here permanently, but she still couldn't help but remind him, "Old man, although it's the start of autumn, the weather is still very hot. Aren't you hot wearing two layers of clothing?"
