Sheng Jianan glared fiercely at Tang Yanqi, was this woman inside his mind like a tapeworm? How could she use the words he was just thinking to block him?
Tang Yanqi shrunk her neck, lowered her head to eat noodles, just took a bite of the egg, then heard Sheng Jianan's extremely disdainful tone: "Tastes bad."
Tang Yanqi looked up and saw Sheng Jianan had picked up a mouthful of noodles and put it into his mouth, but it seemed he just chewed once before spitting it out; after all, with such a precious stomach like his, how could he have ever eaten instant noodles?
Tang Yanqi nodded calmly, expressing her agreement: "Indeed, it tastes bad."
Instant noodles okay to smell, but really not good to eat.
"Then why are you still eating it?"
"Mr. Sheng, there is nothing else in the fridge, oh, wait, there are still seven or eight eggs, do you want some?"
"You..."
