It was precisely because he hadn't tasted anything like the noodles that Huang Shurui felt a bit dizzy seeing the noodles slip right through his chopsticks.
Added to that, he had just eaten the milk tea pancake in hand, making him feel that this little boss was really quite creative.
If milk tea can blend with pancakes, then these noodles must be good too!
Huang Shurui's throat started to move involuntarily, "Yutong, are you having noodles?"
"Yes, just wiping my clothes here."
Lin Yutong wiped several times, but the noodle soup splashed on her chest was still slightly dark yellow. She finally gave up; she'd have to wait until returning to the dorm in the evening to clean it.
But this was just a minor episode; Lin Yutong didn't want this small matter to spoil her good mood. She lifted her hair and lowered her head; the earlier noodle escape had raised her vigilance, prompting her to get her mouth as close to the bowl as possible.
