She actually gave him instant noodles!
This woman... can't she take good care of him?
Seeing the dissatisfaction in his words, An Ning said helplessly, "But you only have two packs of instant noodles and two eggs at home, I can't whip up anything else."
Mo Ang looked resigned, and could only sulk to himself.
He picked at the steaming noodles, one strand at a time.
Seeing his look of disdain, An Ning felt her hard work had been wasted. "Hey, are instant noodles really that bad? At least I cooked them with care, they're very springy, not too hard, and I even cooked two perfect poached eggs for you. You see, the eggs aren't broken, right? Do you have to be so dissatisfied?"
Mo Ang, feeling a bit ashamed, replied, "Sorry, I just don't like instant noodles, they're really not healthy."
Who knows how many additives and preservatives are in these. People who eat lots of instant noodles probably won't decompose after they die.
