"Eat it." Mo Mengchen said.

Looking at Rhet and others who were rushing to eat fried shrimps, Mo Mengchen was not in a hurry at all. He slowly served a large bowl of noodles, poured himself a sauce, and slowly tossed the noodles over and over again, insisting on mixing before he was willing to put it in.

He didn't go to see if there were any shrimps in the pot. He knew that there must be no one left. These guys who don't know how to share are really painful.

He took the chopsticks and turned around in the bowl.

His life is changing, and he is also changing. He knows very well that this is a completely different life from his previous life, and it is time to look forward.

“It’s really delicious.”

Medela didn't expect that looking at a bowl of noodles that would become so delicious after being mixed with the sauce made from unknown things.

"Mo, we don't think we should eat alone either."

Lor picked up a clean fork and put a shrimp from his plate into Momon Dun's bowl.

"Good things should be shared with each other." Ratliff picked the largest shrimp to Momonchen.

Reed was not so happy, so he searched for the smallest shrimp.

Most importantly, they use clean knives and forks that have never been mouthed.

It's gratifying.
Chapter completed!