He swallowed, "Is it really that good?"
Shu Wan leisurely took a bite of rice noodles and passed him a lifeline, just as Fu Yang had hoped, "It's delicious, do you want to try some?"
"Ahem," Fu Yang cleared his throat, "I never eat from these street stalls, but since you invited me, I might as well give it a try."
Speaking, Fu Yang went directly to the counter to order, and within a short while, he came back with a heap of food.
The previously spacious table immediately became crowded.
Feeling as hungry as if he could eat a cow, and having never tried these foods before, Fu Yang ordered a large amount of food.
Fu Yang sat down, and the first to be graced was the beef noodles.
One spoonful of the steaming hot noodles went down, and Fu Yang satisfyingly squinted his eyes, "This taste,"
He was about to say it was delicious, but after glancing at Shu Wan, he quickly changed to, "It's passable."
