Ji Nanfeng slowly walked over, sat down across from her, lowered his head, took a look at the noodle soup with a sheen of red oil and furrowed his brows slightly.
Zuo Aiai immediately burst into laughter when she saw this.
Ji Nanfeng lifted his head to watch her bubbling with joy. A glimmer of amusement flashed in his eyes, it was only a pity that Zuo Aiai, in an attempt to hide her prank, felt too embarrassed to look at him and therefore missed it.
"Come on, eat. This type of spicy soup noodle should be eaten while it's hot. It doesn't taste as good when it's cooled down," said Zuo Aiai, smiling cheerfully.
"It seems to be really spicy?" Ji Nanfeng said with a troubled look.
Zuo Aiai raised her head, fearing that he would refuse to eat, and said indignantly, "Don't tell me you are despising the noodles I made? If you have any problems, Ji Nanfeng, just say it. I won't cook for you again in the future!"
