Crisp cucumber shreds dance on the tongue, while chewy noodles and tender chicken shreds burst together in the mouth.
Bridges didn't finish eating until the last noodle was picked up from the plate with chopsticks and put in his mouth. Only after seeing the plate empty did he lick his lips with a lingering sense of satisfaction.
A sense of regret welled up in my heart again.
If only Ling Miao could be his personal chef.
The cold-cooked rabbit next to them was almost finished as well.
The rabbit meat cubes coated in chili oil are bright red and spicy, bursting with heat when you put them in your mouth.
It adds a subtle base flavor when eaten with cold noodles.
A sensation of both icy coolness and fiery spiciness bursts forth in the mouth.
The refreshing tingling sensation spread from the tip of my tongue to the top of my head, making me feel so comfortable that I wanted to transform into my original form and run.
Realize this idea.
My ear is itchy, as if something is about to burst forth from the ground.
Bridges scratched his head, suppressing the urge.
Her lips, slightly tinged with spiciness, curved into a smile, which, combined with her upturned, fox-like eyes, gave her a rather radiant look.
One should not indulge in the desires of the palate.
He thought this to himself, but on the surface he didn't seem to care at all.
He even regretted once again not having Ling Miao be his private chef.
This regret reached its peak when they learned that the food stalls outside used the recipe provided by Ling Miao.
Ling Miao was unaware that he was secretly regretting his actions. At that moment, she stood outside and saw the crowded scene outside.
Long queues formed in front of each stall, and both diners and stall owners wore smiles.
Some stall owners glanced up and saw her, and they all raised their hands to greet her.
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