At first, Yan Xiaoqi didn't realize that it was the noodles that had caused his diarrhea.
Even Yan Xiaoliu was making fun of him: "This is called the punishment for eating alone. It disappeared as soon as it entered your stomach, and the deliciousness can't stay."
Yan Xiaoqi had just sat down and didn't have time to retort.
His stomach acted up again, and before his butt even warmed the chair, his figure darted off to the restroom again.
At this time, Lu Fengxuan was holding a bowl of cooked noodles and sitting down in the dining room.
"Tsk."
Yan Xiaoliu, looking back from the restroom, gazed at her with an expression of seeing right through her.
"I'm just saying, you girl, have too many schemes. What did Yan Xiaoqi do to offend you; you actually used this kind of trick on him."
As he spoke, he deftly picked up half of the noodles from Lu Fengxuan's bowl with his chopsticks and slurped them up.
