Just now while making fresh soup noodles, in a half-full bowl of noodle soup, there was one full to the brim, piled high with noodles.
Everyone joked about how Fu Yu put love before friends, showing blatant favoritism without hiding it at all.
Fu Yu argued righteously, "We've been snacking all day long, something to fill the gap is enough for us. Look at you, all bloated. Eat too much and you'll put on weight. Xiaoqing is naturally beautiful, she won't get fat no matter what she eats. Let her help us finish it so we don't waste food. It's just giving everyone what they deserve, what's there to hide?"
Fortunately, with Zhao Meng managing things, whatever Fu Yu does, he always gives Zhao Meng the best portion, so everyone just kidded around casually, without making a big deal out of Fu Yu's blatant favoritism extending all the way to the Pacific, causing endless fuss.
Meanwhile, in the back kitchen, Zhao Meng's side never ran out of snacks for gnawing on.
