When he was about to finish eating, Jiang Xin followed the example of the two people opposite, picked up a spoon and scooped up the soup, and brought it to his mouth with a slightly suspicious look in his eyes. She thought the soup wasn't very incurable.

Half a spoonful of soup is in the mouth, sweet and smooth, and like vermicelli, there is not much seasoning flavor, and it is very fragrant.

When Jiang Xin was carefully experiencing the freshness of eating the snack street for the first time, he suddenly felt some abnormal sounds behind him, which was the kind of vigilance carved into the bones of people who had practiced his skills, not to mention, Jiang Xin's skills were still learned from the cousin Shen Zhiting who took his mother's surname.

Half of the soup in her mouth was still in her mouth, and by instinct, Jiang Xin had already moved, and her slender body flashed quickly, and she sat down on the empty seat next to her, and found a reaction, but it took only two seconds.

In the next second, a "pop" exploded in my ears.

A bucket of steaming instant noodles smashed on the chair Jiang Xin was sitting on, sauerkraut water wrapped in condiment sauce soaked in boiling water, and instant noodles with white flowers, and a whole bucket of instant noodles was overturned on the plastic chair in a mess.

A few drops of instant noodle water splashed on Jiang Xin's white greasy little arm exposed in the air, scalding a little red skin. The instant noodles are obviously freshly soaked.

This sudden movement made the surroundings quiet, and the people at the nearest table heard the sound and looked at it casually, and were instantly stunned one by one, a bucket full of instant noodles splashed on the ground, and a smell of sauerkraut permeated the sense of smell.

Zhao Xiang's eyes were deflected from the noodles in front of him, and he lowered his head, seeing the chaos under his feet, and he didn't react a little.

When I looked up, I saw the person standing behind Jiang Xin, the familiar white dress I had seen.

Zhao Xiangden was furious, and the swear words subconsciously burst out, "Fuck, why are you again, the fucking brain is sick, are you??! ”

Jiang Xin slowly turned around and looked over, and saw the flower of the department at the Beihua registration point in the morning, the one who asked Han Yi to confess on WeChat in public, it seemed to be ...... What is Tingting called?

Xue Tingting, the flower of the Beihua Department, stood in the aisle, behind Jiang Xin, followed by a good-looking boy, as if he had just come in from outside the store.

Beihua is not far from this food street, and it is not uncommon for college students to come out for supper at night. What's interesting is that Tiehua came in to eat noodles, and also brought a bucket of soaked instant noodles with him, and then accidentally splashed it on Jiang Xin's seat?

Others didn't know, but Zhao Xiang knew that Jiang Xin was originally sitting opposite the little boy at this four-person table, but at this time, he suddenly appeared opposite her.

Then there is only one truth, Jiang Xin successfully avoided the instant noodles before they fell down.

If it weren't for Jiang Xin's quick reaction, this bucket of freshly soaked instant noodles with boiling water should have splashed Jiang Xin all over by now.

Zhao Xiang really wants to scold people, and even more wants to beat people, this neurotic White Lotus Green Tea Table!

However, she can't steal the limelight from Sister Xin now. The first day she met Sister Xin, she knew that Sister Xin was not a master who was easy to bully and let others bully.

The people around looked at Xue Tingting's eyes full of disdain, come to the noodle shop and bring your own sauerkraut instant noodles, just bring your own, and sprinkle other people's stores and places, have you ever seen people?

When everyone looked at the girl next to the accident, their eyes changed dramatically. When did you get such a stunning girl in this little snack bar?

I saw that the girl slowly lowered her eyes and glanced at her little arm that was splashed red by a few drops of instant noodle water, her eyes were so careless, but when she raised it, she was cold, and her voice seemed to freeze the hot summer air, "What, still not convinced?" ”