Two bowls of flat noodles were quickly served, covered with red chili peppers and green vegetables, adorned with spots of red oil and steaming hot, instantly stimulating the appetite.
A clove of garlic lay at the corner of the table, which He Fang had already peeled during the wait, and now she tossed one into Qin Guanglin's bowl, saying, "Here you go."
"I don't eat this," Qin Guanglin disdainfully prepared to pick it out.
It wasn't a big deal to cook with a little garlic, but eating an entire raw clove was something he had never tried and did not want to try.
"Flat noodles without garlic lack soul; just try a bite."
"I won't try it, it makes your breath stink."
"It won't stink." He Fang stopped his movement with her chopsticks, "Just eat it."
"..." Qin Guanglin was somewhat speechless, "Why should I eat this?"
"Because I want to eat it," she raised her eyebrows, "so you must eat it too."
"You eat it then, I'm not stopping you."