"What is this?" When I arranged the takeout on the coffee table and called him over to eat, he pointed at the plate and asked, as if I was about to poison him.
"Fried noodles from Bull Demon King Noodle House, quite famous." I patiently explained, "Noodles are easier to digest, and this has cabbage, carrots, chili strips, eggs, and meat shreds. Very nutritious. Look, I've even added a meatball for you. This white stuff in the bowl is called white rice porridge. The thick rice juice is very stomach-nourishing."
"I've never heard of this stuff," he said.
"It shows how poor your life is." I despised him and finally, it was my turn to look down on him. It felt great!
He reluctantly sat down, took a bite with chopsticks, and then unabashedly devoured it, although he still ate gracefully. I initially wanted him to have some porridge first to lay a foundation in his stomach, but unfortunately, it was too late.
"What's this?" he asked, pointing at my plate halfway through the meal.
