There was no such thing as meat and green onion that covered the aroma of noodles and wheat.

This seems to be the most ordinary bowl of street food.

But he suddenly hit Lin Qing, the rich young man.

The heart that has tasted all the delicacies and seas has long been numb to the food.

At this moment, Lin Qing felt that only he and the bowl of ribs and knife-cut noodles in front of him were left between the world.

His brain was completely empty at this moment, and he was thinking about eating this bowl of noodles while it was hot.

"There is indeed only food in this world that cannot be disappointed."

Lin Qing finished the last bite of mellow noodle soup at the bottom of the bowl and involuntarily gave him a happy "burp".

"Double, is there any more?"

He handed out the empty bowl in his hand, looked at Li Fengxia beside him and said with a smile: "Auntie, I think I can eat another bowl."
Chapter completed!