Around them, many customers were holding their noses with expressions of disdain.
"What is this smell? Why is it so stinky?"
"The kitchen can't be cooking poop, can it? Ugh."
"Quick, let's leave. It stinks, can't stand it."
Some customers who were almost finished eating pinched their noses and quickly shoveled the remaining food, then got up and left.
Zhou Cheng was about to call Su Xiaoxiao to leave, but when he turned his head, he saw that she had already skillfully snuck into the state-run restaurant's kitchen.
His face showed a momentary stiffness, but he still followed.
Once in the kitchen, the smell was even stronger.
Zhang Xiaohong was focused on stirring something in the pot, and upon seeing Su Xiaoxiao, she greeted her warmly, "Sis, come over, I cooked the snail noodles you gave me. Want some?"
"Yes!"
Although she had just eaten, seeing the long-lost snail noodles only made her craving grow.
