Qiao Mo let out a slight sigh of relief, feeling a bit uneasy as she sat back in her seat. After all, there were rumors that Fu Nancheng was unpredictable and moody. She didn't know if the bowl of noodles she casually made would suit his taste?
Fu Nancheng's gaze fell on the bowl. It was a bowl of plain noodles with tomatoes, but upon closer inspection, one could see that the tomato skin had been painstakingly removed, and at the center of the noodles was an egg with a perfectly regular shape.
He lifted his eyes to glance at Qiao Mo's bowl. The half-bitten yolk looked quite vivid, making it easy to deduce that the egg in his bowl was probably also cooked to about eight minutes.
Qiao Mo picked up her chopsticks and waited for a moment, unable to hold back as she spoke, "Mr. Fu..."
Fu Nancheng paused slightly, as if waiting for her to continue.
