Chapter 83: Melting

"..*Burp*...Today, I want a good meal!" Wang He slapped the table, causing Liu Sang to tremble slightly, not expecting Wang He's strength.

"What do you want to eat?" Liu Sang asked, intrigued. Wang He always ate what he called "wall-hanging noodles" at his place, although Liu Sang had always disliked the name. However, Wang He was insistent, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"I want... pork intestine noodles!" Wang He said wobblingly and then lay his head on the table, burping again while Liu Sang's mouth twitched.

He glanced at his own menu on the wall where the pork intestine noodles were priced at only thirteen yuan, which was indeed a bit more expensive than what Wang He usually ate, a bit more luxurious indeed.

Liu Sang shook his head with a smile then turned to start preparing the dish Wang He wanted.