Apologize

"Only a ghost would fall in love with you. You want to buy me a bowl of onion noodles? Do you really think I'm a beggar?"

Lin Yichun rolled her eyes at Loong Fei with disdain. However, she still could not resist the fragrance emitted from the bowl of onion noodles. Therefore, she began to taste it with the intention of giving it a try.

It was fine if she did not eat it, but when the smooth and chewy noodles entered her mouth, together with the seasoning that Loong Fei used no less than 20 different spices to make, and the secret high soup that she bought in the market, Lin Yichun's pupils instantly enlarged, and she looked like she could not believe it.

"Not bad! I didn't think that you would actually have this kind of craftsmanship."

Lin Yichun praised. A bowl full of onion noodles was eaten by her without her noticing. In the end, not even a drop of soup was left.