The bowl in front of him was suddenly empty. Chen Yao was momentarily stunned before saying, "Looking at the way you're eating, you'd think you haven't eaten in ages."
"You don't know what it was like. When I was selling buns just now, I felt so friendly with them, but I couldn't eat them!!" Wang Sirui slurped his noodles, lamenting his recent experience with bitterness.
Chen Yao: "..."
He quietly picked up the last bowl, "If it's not enough, we can make more later. I've made some porridge, but it's not ready yet. It should be done by the time they get up."
"It definitely won't be enough for me. I'll have some more soup dumplings later; I've been thinking about them all morning." Wang Sirui energetically raised his hand, still slurping his noodles, "Brother Yao, your scallion oil noodles are so good, I think I could have another bowl."
