Xu Jiamu's Decision (35)

"Not much."

Song Xiangsi picked up a jar of water and poured Xu Jiamu a cup. She stirred the noodles with her chopsticks, added water, and then poured it into the bin before serving it to Xu Jiamu again. "I suppose this will dilute the saltiness."

He peeked into the bowl, which looked even scarier than the "fried sauce noodles" just now, and pulled a face. Even though his expression looked forced, he still lifted his chopsticks and started eating.

The corner of Song Xiangsi's lips curved into a meager smile. She lowered her head and continued to eat the awful fried sauce noodles.

After eating about half the bowl, Xu Jiamu finally couldn't help but put his chopsticks down. "Song Xiangsi, look at yourself... you can't even cook fried sauce noodles... in the future, who would want to marry you?"

The chopsticks in Song Xiangsi's hand tensed up, and the smile at the corner of her lips instantly disappeared.