"Slurp, slurp, slurp." Wu Hai kept eating the fat sausage rice noodle. He usually ate a mouthful of the vermicelli and then the fat sausage, or a mouthful of vermicelli and then a mouthful of beans. He had even discovered the deliciousness of the green onion long ago and was eating it carefully.
However, with Wu Hai's pouring speed, the amount of 1.5 grams was really nothing.
Therefore, when Yin ya picked up the chopsticks and prepared to eat, there was only the soup left in Wu Hai's bowl.
"That's too little," Wu Hai carried the bowl and prepared to drink the soup.
Everyone in Yuan Zhou's restaurant used clean bowls, but Wu Hai's bowl was exceptionally clean. It was so shiny that it could be used to reflect a person's face.
"Yuan Zhou's dishes are definitely not smelly." Looking at the fat sausage in the bowl, Yin ya murmured in her heart and then reached the chopsticks to the fat sausage.
