Shen Teng touched his bulging belly. Although his stomach had already told him it couldn't take any more, his brain was telling him that missing any of Wang Ge's delicious food would be deeply regrettable.
In his mind, a fierce battle was raging, and before a winner could be determined, the decision of whether to eat or not was suddenly taken out of his hands.
The final ownership of the bowl of noodles wasn't his; it was in Shen Dad's hands.
When Shen Dad saw the exquisite small bowl that Wang Fan brought out, he felt he could completely use the bowl of noodles to "stitch up his stomach" a little.
The exquisite small bowl was just a little bigger than a fist, containing a thin twisted noodle, with some reddish sauce wrapping each noodle, making them look crystal clear and incredibly tempting.
Next to it was a plate with shrimp as small as pearls curled up on it, with some pink granules sticking to the shrimp, though it was unclear exactly what they were.
