"It’s just like sesame paste mixed with boiled noodles, with a tiny hint of spicy flavor and absolutely nothing else. And it’s so, so salty. Don't you think those ten yuan were completely wasted?"
Ling Yinluo didn't pick up on Du Xinyue’s thread, looking instead at the menu on the side.
A cold noodles dish cost seven yuan, yet Du Xinyue had spent ten yuan on a bowl of hot dry noodles that didn't even taste good. Put that way, it really wasn't very economical.
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