As soon as she sent her reply, Shen Liangchuan walked out of the kitchen with the bowls of noodles. He glanced at her and asked, "What are you doing?"
Guiltily, with a jerking movement, she logged out of the game and stood up. She walked to the dining table.
He had placed the two bowls of noodles on it.
The noodles were piping hot and, on top of the pale yellow strings, he had added two leaves of tender and plump greens, making it look extremely appetizing.
Qiao Lian's stomach started rumbling again immediately.
They had had very little food during dinner and now they were famished.
She quickly took her seat and dug into the food with her chopsticks. She took one bite.
The soup tasted fresh and the texture of the noodles was lovely—overall, the balance of saltiness was perfect. In her famished state, she almost bit her own tongue.
Qiao Lian's eyes shone and without saying another word, she gulped down her food.