"Why is he so annoying, being all prissy and not at all man-like? I didn't even offer him any."
As Zhou Xiaoyue sat on the sofa, picking up a pair of disposable chopsticks and slurping down the spicy snail noodles, a worldly delight, she couldn't fathom how anyone could dislike it…
Lin Yan chuckled lightly and said, "He's actually a good person; maybe he just can't stand the smell. He and little Ou are the same. One day, I was really hungry and cooked some spicy snail noodles in the kitchen. When little Ou smelled it upstairs, he pinched his nose, ran down, and asked me, 'Mommy, are you cooking…'"
Lin Yan glanced at Zhou Xiaoyue, who was still eating, and held back the rest of her words.
Little Ou had asked her, "Mommy, are you eating poop?"
After Zhou Wenbin left, Zhou Xiaoyue wiped her mouth with a napkin and looked at Lin Yan, hesitating to speak.
As best friends for many years, Lin Yan knew exactly what Zhou Xiaoyue was about to do by just the look on her face.