"Satisfied? Satisfied my ass!"
Lin Murong stared at Su Yinhe in disbelief.
How could such cold words come from her thirty-seven-degree-warm mouth?
"You dare not to be satisfied?" Su Yinhe clenched her fist. "I searched the entire supermarket to carefully select this as an extra treat for you. For your sake, Chi Yan and I aren't eating tonight, just to join you in having instant noodles. We didn't even add a braised egg to our bowls, only you have a braised egg. You dare not to be satisfied?"
Lin Murong: "...of course not, of course not." As if he would dare.
Lin Murong glanced at Su Yinhe, then at Chi Yan who was hanging on her, and weakly clutched his ordinary instant noodles—enhanced only by a braised egg—as he slurped them in the corner of the room.
Indeed, Su Yinhe and Chi Yan were eating instant noodles too. Their bowls definitely lacked braised eggs, containing only fried eggs and braised beef...
More toppings than noodles.
But no braised egg.
