"Is this instant noodles?" Anthony's face was a picture of shock; it bore no resemblance to the instant noodles he had ordered before. The flavor, to his nose, seemed nearly identical.
Xu Ying nodded, "Indeed, this is instant noodles, but we have refined it and added several new flavors.
Anthony, I think you'll definitely like it, and if you add our marinade to the noodles, the taste will be even more exquisite."
Anthony was so enticed by her words that he began to salivate profusely.
Without any hesitation, he took the tin box and squatted down, eating with great gusto and no concern for his image.
Henry, standing to the side and smelling the aroma, couldn't help but swallow his saliva; yet, he maintained his pride and looked at Xu Ying without saying a word for quite some time.
Xu Ying met his gaze, full of curiosity. She touched her face, wondering if there was something on it!
