Since the meal had been left uneaten for too long, Yu Siqiao decisively had it cleared away.
Less than half an hour later, Mo Shu was finally forced to finish a large bowl of noodles.
Mo Shu drank the last sip of soup and said contentedly, "So delicious!"
Yu Siqiao handed her a tissue, but couldn't help frowning and asked, "Eating so much? Aren't you full?"
Mo Shu: "…"
Spreading her chopsticks, Mo Shu said with a stern face, "If I eat too little, you criticize me for not eating enough, and if I eat too much, you still complain! Why are you so annoying!"
Yu Siqiao pursed his lips and gave a faint smile, "Was it tasty?"
Mo Shu, somewhat satisfied, replied, "Delicious!"
"Then let's hire this chef at our place."
Mo Shu was stunned for a moment, and quickly stopped him, "No, no, although it's tasty, eating too much of it can become tiresome."
Just digging people out without considering how the chef feels?
Suddenly, cheers erupted around them.
