"Grandpa, that uncle definitely doesn’t know how to make noodles. Look, there isn’t even an egg in it," said the little boy behind Yuan Zhou’s back. He was quite considerate and thus didn’t want Yuan Zhou to be upset.
"Just take it as filling the stomach. It doesn’t look bad," the aged man stirred the noodles with the chopsticks and said indifferently. Anyway, they were all noodles and didn’t have much difference from others; therefore, the noodles eaten by them currently wasn’t supposed to be too bad.
"Ok, I’m gonna eat it, grandpa." The little boy started to eat after saying that.
