The whole company draws lots online, and the variety show is lined up

"Would you like some instant noodles?"

Lin Shengpu handed him a small disposable bowl filled with instant noodles.

He had originally bought only two cups to try the taste. With so many people sharing it, a small spoonful per person would be enough. If he hadn't been quick to grab it, it would have disappeared into the mouth of the person who was finishing his drink with his bowl.

Song Chuyi: Who is Q-ing me? (*/w＼*)

Bai Menggui looked at the instant noodles in front of him. The soft noodles were curled up in a small bowl. The noodles were mixed with colorful vegetable ingredients. With the noodles, the essence of the soup was naturally indispensable. The bottom of the bowl was light brown with a little oil. The soup floated up with the hot steam, exuding its unique charm.

Obviously, everyone present had eaten all kinds of delicacies, but at this moment, they were all captivated by fast food and were eating it with great pleasure.

Bai Menggui raised a barely perceptible smile and took the small bowl from Lin Shengpu's hand.

The instant noodles were written in Korean and I couldn't tell what flavor it was. I could only guess from the pattern on it that it was probably beef flavor.

It still has that familiar taste when I put it in my mouth. One bite is like going back to the time when I was a child in school. At that time, that bucket of instant noodles was a delicious delicacy. Even if my parents scolded me a lot, I still enjoyed it. But after I became an adult, I don’t know if it was because I had more money and more choices, or because I gradually got hurt by eating it frequently, I gave it up. Now that I suddenly eat it, I miss it a lot.

Song Chuyi finished the instant noodles in a few mouthfuls, smacking his lips, still feeling a little unsatisfied.

He looked at the people around him, then glanced at Lin Shengpu guiltily without saying anything. His previous dining partner was no longer here, and the people now didn't seem to care much about his appetite. In order to avoid being scolded, he decided not to do it.

However, it seemed that these few mouthfuls of instant noodles had aroused Song Chuyi's greed. He made up his mind to buy a dozen bowls online when he got back and satisfy his craving.

Having made up his mind, Song Chuyi picked up his mobile phone and started looking for the order, while at the same time he continued to drink sweet rice wine.

At first, I thought it was a small drink with the same taste as fermented glutinous rice, but it turned out to be a little sweet water with a slight sweet taste. Apart from the rice grains that came into my mouth when I drank it, there was no other taste. This disappointed Song Chuyi, who had been looking forward to it for a long time.

Li Jing, on the other hand, accepted it well, especially the slightly chewy egg, which she ate half of in one bite.

Song Chuyi had peeled all the baked eggs he bought when he was bored, but there were probably still some small pieces of eggshell left on the egg whites, affecting the taste when he ate them.

She casually examined the egg in her hand, and carefully peeled off the remaining broken eggshell with her fingernails into the palm of her hand, while chatting with Jiang Jiao.

"This steam room baked egg tastes pretty good. Do you think this egg recipe can be replicated successfully at home? I want to try a new flavor for my kids."

Jiang Jiao tilted her head. Perhaps because she had been sitting cross-legged on the ground for too long, her feet began to feel a little numb.

At this moment, she was stretching her legs, one on each side, to the limit of her body to relax. As expected of a dancer, her legs were stretched into a straight line, but she seemed not to feel any pain at all. There was no impact on her voice, but rather a hint of hesitation as she was thinking about her answer to Li Jing's questions.

"It should be possible. Otherwise, you can search for tutorials on your mobile phone or Baidu. There should be some tips."