"Every day? Zhajiang noodles?" Sun Hang was momentarily taken aback and asked instinctively.
"If you want to eat something else, I can make it too." Zhong Ling said, "But you need to apply for some fresh ingredients from the supply department in advance... The things in your fridge are too monotonous."
It must be said, this is a very tempting proposal.
Although Sun Hang isn't exactly a foodie, who wouldn't want to eat fresh hot meals instead of frozen fast food every day?
"I suddenly thought of the story of the Snail Girl." Sun Hang glanced at Zhong Ling, who lowered her eyelids slightly, not meeting Sun Hang's gaze, she just silently picked up some noodles with her chopsticks and ate them, chewing in small bites.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed, perhaps it was a bit too much for her to handle the heavy wok in the kitchen with one hand.
