"I was only telling you to get lost, I didn't tell Jiaojiao to leave as well, damn you! You're making me so angry!"
Nan Jiaojiao was standing right there; if they kept arguing, she might hear it. If the front wasn't clear, the back would truly sound like chasing someone away, leading to misunderstandings, not to mention getting penalized by Chu Yao. It's not worth the trouble just to win a verbal argument now.
"It's okay, he's just blurting stuff. Are you guys done? I'll pour the sauce."
Nan Jiaojiao held a piece of sliced ham in her hand. She said it was ready, and waited for Mo Tingshen to come over, biting the ham as she joined him.
Almost every time Chu Yao came back, the four of them would eat together. The handmade noodle tasted great; Nan Jiaojiao often thought, if Mo Tingshen hadn't been born at the top of the pyramid, and didn't have to worry about making a living, his cooking skills would ensure he always had food wherever he went.
