Chen Mo's place was bustling with activity, while Xiao Na was queuing with Boss Fang, and it was finally their turn!
"I haven't tried your noodles yet," Fang Zhizhong said. "By the way, can you make the perfect fried rice today?"
Just now, I saw a lot of street food on the roadside, almost everything Fang Zhizhong likes was there.
"I probably won't make fried rice recently, but you can try the noodles, they're delicious," Chen Mo scooped out two bowls of noodles, added a drizzle of sesame oil, sprinkled with green onions and cilantro, and handed them over.
Fang Zhizhong licked his lips, took the noodles, "I'm not saying I must have the fried rice, it's just last time half of it got snatched away, and it felt unsettling."
Chen Mo discreetly glanced at Dunzi, who was squatting on the ground devouring buns with Zhang Feng.
"He was probably starving; otherwise, he wouldn't have snatched the food."
