Sierra Sullivan didn't immediately start eating. "What about yours?"
Before Jayce could answer, he chuckled. "Don't worry, Sierra. I'm not one to let myself go hungry."
With that, Jayce turned and went back into the kitchen.
When he came out again, he was carrying a—basin.
That's right, a basin.
Even the largest bowl was a little too small for Jayce these days.
So at this moment, Jayce was using a stainless steel basin.
The basin was filled nearly to the top with steaming noodles and an equally generous amount of toppings.
"See? This one's all mine!"
Looking at this basin of noodles, Sierra Sullivan finally realized that her worries had been all for nothing.
With an appetite as big as Jayce's now, he'd be miserable if he didn't eat his fill. He definitely wouldn't let himself go hungry.
'That's good!'
Her mind at ease, Sierra Sullivan sat down, picked up her chopsticks, and started eating without another word.
Noodles were different from rice.
