A bowl of ordinary scallion oil noodles topped with a golden fried egg—simple and plain, yet Tang Wan ate with great relish, while Liu Chuanfeng was left somewhat stuffed.
Just this morning, he had found Zhang Jingyi overly fussy for chewing her food so slowly, but now he was no better.
Tang Wan ate her noodles with tiny, noiseless movements, yet her pace was brisk. Liu Chuanfeng, on the other hand, made plenty of noise and moved with exaggerated gestures, but somehow the noodles in his bowl barely decreased.
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