The room was already small, but as soon as his tall body stepped in, he felt like there was no place to turn around.
"My family is so small. My name is not Xiao Bu Dian. My name is Yue Ya'er. Did you hear that?" Yue Ya'er made him two instant noodles.
Uncle Han Che walked around the small hall twice. He was so small that he could kill mosquitoes with his frown. He sat down next to the table, looked at the covered plate, raised his head and glared at her and asked:
"Aren't you going to make some instant noodles for me? Just soak them in water like this? You don't have to go into the kitchen to cook anything?"
