After picking up the parcel, it was nearly noon, so Chen Yuan decided to have lunch in town.
He ordered the snail noodles he had been craving for a long time.
After finishing his meal and leaving the shop, the two little ones waiting outside rushed up to him, but when they smelled the snail noodle scent on Chen Yuan, their reactions were different.
Cola sniffed, circled around Chen Yuan several times, and its expression grew increasingly peculiar.
Soon after, Cola looked up at Chen Yuan, its round eyes rolling, and let out a knowing sigh: "Awo awo awo!"
So the owner likes to eat that too!
A black line appeared on Chen Yuan's forehead. He held Cola by the neck, staring into its eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Don't overthink it, it's proper food."
"Unlike..."
"Unlike yours!"
On the other side,
The Flame Cloud Falcon, after smelling the scent on Chen Yuan, furrowed its brow slightly, showing a trace of disdain. It quietly backed away while Chen Yuan was scolding Cola.
