A short while later, the noodles were ready. The two of them each carried a bowl of steaming beef noodles and found a table to sit across from each other.
"Want some garlic, senior?"
Zhao Heng asked Song Chen, holding a clove of garlic that he got from the cafeteria lady.
Eating noodles with garlic was Zhao Heng's habit.
Without garlic, the aroma of noodles is halved.
However, this little fairy probably doesn't eat garlic, because it leaves a smell.
So, he was just asking casually.
"Sure."
To Zhao Heng's surprise, Song Chen naturally took the garlic he offered, ate some noodles, and then took a bite of garlic.
Seeing Song Chen like this, completely different from the usual cool goddess demeanor, Zhao Heng was a bit stunned.
"What's up? Why are you looking at me like that? Can't girls eat garlic?"
Seeing Zhao Heng in a daze, Song Chen finished a mouthful of noodles, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and said with a smile.
