The cafeteria lady worked quickly, but the line was long. By the time Xu Su carried her sour and spicy noodles—for which she had insistently requested extra chili and extra vinegar—to their table, the first-floor cafeteria was already packed. If Qian Jia hadn't saved them a spot beforehand, they wouldn't have had anywhere to sit.
The bowl of sour and spicy noodles in front of Xu Su was coated in a thick layer of red chili oil, with several extra spoonfuls of vinegar mixed in. The aroma alone was enough to make one's mouth water.
Huang Feng glanced at the bowl and immediately averted her eyes. She complained, "Susu, you look like a little angel, so how can your tastes be so intense? I'd believe you if you told me that level of spice could kill someone."
