"Brother Chu, did you just make this stir-fried noodles?" With a face full of disbelief, Chu Shiyao asked in a very uncertain tone.
"Nonsense, what do you think I was doing just now? Alright, take your time eating, I'm going back to my room to sleep."
Chu Ge said with amusement and was about to turn and leave, but before he could take a step, Chu Shiyao grabbed his arm again.
"Brother Chu, the food you cook is just too delicious. I've never had such tasty stir-fried noodles before, but it seems there's not enough. Could you make some more?"
Chu Ge looked at the plate of stir-fried noodles in Chu Shiyao's hand and felt speechless. He had cooked according to his own portion, and yet Chu Shiyao still thought it was too little? Just how much can she eat?
But if she really ate that much and still maintained such a great figure, it would make all those chubby girls who gain weight just from drinking cold water really envious.
