"Why isn't it hot dry noodles?"
After washing up, Fang Qing opened the takeaway bag and took out some soybean milk and a bowl of noodles.
Burning noodles.
The soybean milk was still hot.
"Didn't we have hot dry noodles yesterday? I thought the noodles here tasted pretty good."
"How do you know?"
"I checked online reviews."
"Doesn't the hotel provide free breakfast?"
Fang Qing asked, even though she's become part of the elite, she hasn't forgotten her roots.
Jiang Chen, who turned on the TV again as Qing Mei washed up, laughed, "Aren't you going to check the time? It's almost time for lunch."
Hmm.
The hotel's free breakfast comes with a time limitation.
Fang Qing moved a chair, "It's raining so much, you went out to buy it yourself?"
How would a normal person respond at this time?
Most certainly by going with the flow, saying how tough it was braving the wind and rain, but having witnessed Fang Qing's integrity, Jiang Chen perhaps felt ashamed to lie.
