After all, a man who wouldn't even admit he's hungry.
How could he admit to gobbling down his food?
Chu Yihan didn't answer, took a sip of the warm water on the table, then quickly finished off the remaining noodles in the bowl.
After eating, he picked up his bowl with the bland soup left, clearly not quite satisfied.
Is this all you made?
His gaze carried a hint of melancholy as he looked at the little woman standing there.
The little woman gave him an affirming look, "Eating too much late-night snack is hard to digest and not good for your health, so I only made a few ounces of noodles."
Only a few ounces in this bowl?
The man didn't feel like he had just eaten a few ounces of noodles.
It felt... not even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth.
He must have been really hungry tonight.
So hungry that he almost couldn't focus on work.
As he stared at the documents, they all seemed to turn into food.
