Our Stands Are The Same

"Oh gosh! He actually came to our school for fried vermicelli! He's so down-to-earth."

There was a long pause.

Everyone started making a commotion as they talked about them in excited voices. Yan Rusheng and Wen Xuxu ignored them. They were used to this kind of attention and were naturally unconcerned.

At the age of thirteen or fourteen years old, these kids were already such busybodies.

The fried-beef vermicelli was served, and the savory smell alone was enough to whet one's appetite. Xuxu couldn't wait to tuck in. She sank her chopsticks into a piece of beef and shoved it into her mouth, chewing with satisfaction.

Look how attractive she is.

Young Master Yan rolled his eyes at her. "What a chowhound."

Having said that, he picked up the biggest piece of beef on the plate with his chopsticks and put it right into his mouth.

Xuxu glared at him. "Hey, Yan Rusheng, I thought you weren't eating?"