When food was mentioned, Wei Anning couldn't help swallowing saliva. She touched her somewhat deflated belly, feeling genuinely hungry.
Leng Yanbo was also on this plane, seated next to Leng Youchen and facing the cabin's bedroom. As Wei Anning emerged from the door, he spotted her but deliberately didn't greet her. He wanted her to overhear Song Qingge's words.
"Third Brother, after you left, I've eaten a lot of cold noodles, but none tasted like the ones you made. Later, I realized others can't replicate it, because it was the taste of happiness."
"To think that something Miss Song still fondly remembers, I too would like to taste what that flavor is," said Wei Anning as she walked over and casually took a seat beside Leng Youchen.
She really didn't want to engage in jealousy and rivalry, but she couldn't stand the way Song Qingge acted as if she and Third Brother shared memories that others couldn't possibly intrude upon, showing off pretentiously.
