Seeing the bowl of noodles, Chen Jie and Peng Shizhong dug in immediately.
Miss Huadie stared at the noodles, struggling to take a bite, knowing well that cilantro was a love or hate affair.
The big bowl full of cilantro noodles nearly made Miss Huadie retch.
As Chen Jie took a few bites, he asked, "Hey, Miss Huadie, why aren't you eating? Don't like it?"
Peng Shizhong also looked over and said, "If it doesn't suit your taste, just don't eat it."
Miss Huadie forced a smile upon hearing this; according to the script she received, she was supposed to love cilantro because Peng Shizhong's junior sister was crazy about it.
To replicate the junior sister accurately, she had no choice but to eat despite her reluctance.
"It's fine, it's fine, how could it not suit my taste?"
"Slurp, slurp~"
Miss Huadie ate the noodles with a smile, and Chen Jie said, "Don't just eat the noodles, eat more cilantro, we lovers of cilantro always start with it."
