Bab 120: Brush My

Damn that smile. I'm finding it very difficult to say no to this girl. It's like she has some control over me, and I just can't help it when I'm around her. The waitress brought the our set it in the middle of the table.

Then I looked at it and then at her who was putting our food on the table. I grabbed my fork and knife and started to get into the noodle bowl just then it when out of nowhere, she startled me.

"What, are you kidding me?! Put that down right now, Mr. Mu!"

"What? What the hell is wrong?" I got pissed off.

"You are not eating soup noodle with a fork and knife," she said as she leaned over the table and took them from my hands.

"Then how the hell am I supposed to eat it?" I frowned.

"Like this, pick the chopstick up and slurp the noodle into your mouth," she said as she shown me how to eat while her mouth busy chewed.

"That's disgusting, and don't talk with your mouth full," I scold her.