But Mo Zili forced the candied haws into her hand: "Do you want to keep in shape? Auntie, you are already thin enough. You don't need to force yourself to diet just to keep in shape."
"If I can't finish two skewers, I'll get fat!"
While he was talking, he lowered his head and took a bite of the candied haws, with an exaggerated expression: "This is the taste, the sweet and sour taste that I have been dreaming about for a long time!"
Lin Xue shook her head speechlessly again and looked out the car window.
"Lin Xue, are you hungry? What do you want to eat? Western food, Sichuan food, noodles, or delicious snacks!" Qu Lingqiang suddenly asked while driving.
"I - it's okay!" Lin Xue hesitated and replied.
But Mo Zili held the candied haws in her mouth and shouted inarticulately: "I want to eat delicious snacks. Hot pot, shaved noodles, and sweet and sour fish."
Although he has never been to Yucheng, he has watched many food programs in Yucheng on TV and the Internet.
Those hot pots, spicy crayfish, oily steamed buns, sauced elbows, sweet and sour fish, beggar's chicken, and salt-baked chicken legs really made his mouth water.
"This -" Qu Lingqiang looked embarrassed, what on earth did this kid want to eat?
Lin Xue saw his embarrassment and said directly: "Let's go eat some noodles. I've always wanted to eat the clear soup noodles from the noodle shop on Fengling Road when I was abroad!"
"Okay. It just so happens that it's not far from your home!"
As he spoke, Qu Lingqiang turned at the intersection and drove towards Fengling Road.
"What? Clear soup noodles? Auntie, are you mistaken? Now that I am growing, you let me eat clear soup noodles. This is clearly child abuse." Mo Zili resisted dissatisfiedly while eating candied haws.
He doesn't want to eat clear soup noodles. He doesn't like clear soup noodles at all. He wants to eat chicken legs, sauced pork ribs, and sweet and sour fish.
Lin Xue looked at him and said seriously: "I'm just a poor teacher with no money. If you don't want to be abused, you can go home right now. Your mother is so rich, she can feed you as much as you want."
Mo Zili's little eyes rolled, and he quickly compromised: "The clear soup noodles are also good. As an Internet celebrity, I really need to keep in shape."
This kid's mind changes really quickly!
Qu Lingqiang, who was driving in front, couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
Soon, they arrived at the noodle shop on Fengling Road.
He and Lin Xue used to come here often.
The decoration of the noodle shop was still the same. It was already past dinner time and there were not too many people. They sat down by the window on the first floor.
The waiter came over and asked politely: "What do you three want to eat?"
Mo Zili didn't wait for Qu Lingqiang and the others to speak, and spoke first: "Bring me your menu."
"Okay." The waiter quickly turned around and took a menu from the counter and handed it to him.
In addition to our specialty noodles, there are also some stir-fried vegetables.
Seeing the name of the stir-fried dish, Mo Zili's peach blossom eyes suddenly lit up.
"I want to eat this fish-flavored shredded pork, vinegar-stuffed potato shreds, sweet and sour meatballs, and, and, crispy pork!" He wanted to order more, but Lin Xue took away the menu.
"Mo Zili, if you order more, you won't be able to finish it."
Then, she looked at the waiter with some embarrassment: "Three bowls of clear soup noodles, thank you!"
"What about the dish you just ordered?" the waiter asked uncertainly.