"Have some more, I can handle another bowl," Qin Yun said generously, nodding without hesitation.
Upon hearing this, Yang Leqi's eyes lit up, and she put down her porridge to start eating the noodles as well.
"Brother Yao, your cooking is amazing. This is one of the top three scallion oil noodles I've ever had," Yang Leqi nodded in agreement.
"Thank you all for being so supportive," Chen Yao laughed.
Because the two were eating so appetizingly, the other three each had another bowl of scallion oil noodles as well.
Qin Yun ate two bowls of scallion oil noodles, one bowl of century egg and lean pork congee, and a basket of soup dumplings.
After eating, it was almost ten forty. As they walked contentedly to the lobby, the director asked, "Are you all full?"
"..."
Reflexively feeling something was wrong, Wang Sirui immediately pulled a face, "No, we haven't eaten much. We were just planning to go out and find something to eat."
