"This snail noodle soup is really delicious, no exaggeration, no lies."
"No wonder it's so popular!"
After finishing his noodles, Tong Jincheng pulled out a few napkins, pushed back his bangs, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The roadside snail noodle soup had made him perspire. He usually didn't eat much spicy food, but this bowl of snail noodle soup was so fragrant and delicious that he couldn't resist finishing every last bit. The savory aroma mingled with a distinct spiciness, warming his body from the inside out. He didn't feel like moving at all.
Ningning was also full and leaned back in her chair to rest.
Tong Jincheng looked at her. "Finished eating? If you're done, let's give up our seats. There are so many people waiting."
"We should have some courtesy when we're out eating, right?"
Ningning glanced to the side, where two people holding bowls of snail noodle soup were searching for a seat. She nodded. "Yeah, let's go."
