He held the bowl to his nose and carefully sniffed at it. Then he stretched his arm.
Relaxing his fingers, he dropped the bowl with the Yangchun noodles on the ground with a loud thud.
The living room was silent all at once. Xia Yehua stood rooted to the ground, flabbergasted.
The noodles were now all over the floor, and the soup in the bowl had even splashed on her dress.
Yet she stood there as though she felt nothing, staring straight at Shen Zihao.
Clasping his hands together, Shen Zihao's eyes took in more of the surroundings before he casually remarked, "Oh, I forgot to mention that the food that I hate most now is Yangchun noodles."
Shen Liangchuan glowered and took a step forward. He was about to say something when Xia Yehua and Qiao Lian both grabbed his arm and held him back.
Seeing the expression on Shen Liangchuan's face, Qiao Lian was very certain that he had run out of patience and was going to give the rascal a beating.