"Is it really that bad?"
Gu Annan glanced at her, laid down his chopsticks, "Come here."
Lu Wanwan walked over, explaining, "I told you we should have asked Auntie Li to come, but you couldn't wait. You can't blame me for the bad cooking; you never said I had to be able to cook..."
He cut off her endless chatter with a single sentence, "Taste it yourself."
Lu Wanwan took a seat beside him and pulled the bowl toward herself.
She was hungry anyway, so since her cooking was rejected, she might as well feed herself.
After eating the first bite herself, she suddenly understood.
"It seems, it's not cooked..."
She clearly remembered her roommate didn't boil the noodles for long before they were good; they said boiling too long would absorb all the water, making the noodles less chewy, like when instant noodles have been soaked too long.
Lu Wanwan remembered this lesson well, so she didn't dare to boil them for too long just now.
Who would have known...
