Although the reasons are different, Chen Chen and Sikong's mother were very hesitant about what to eat.

So Sikong Yue was very happy and directly suggested that everyone go to eat fried skewers together.

After hearing this, Chen Chen frowned slightly. His current body probably couldn't stand it.

However, before Chen Chen had time to express his opinion, Sikong's mother almost instinctively refused: "No, this thing is too greasy. I'm afraid that it will not be discharged clean for a month after taking the toxins. Chenchen, Yueyue, you are not allowed to eat it!"

Sikong Yue suddenly looked unhappy when she heard this: "Hey... what toxin! I used to eat it often when I was alone, but now I still grow up healthy?"

Sikong's mother shook her head helplessly: "Yueyue, please look in the mirror first, compare it with Chenchen's figure, and then tell me that you are healthy!"

After hearing this, Chen Chen glanced at Sikong Yue's flat luoli figure, then looked at herself, and almost burst out laughing.

Looking at Chen Chen's reaction, Sikong Yue immediately understood what her mother meant and said with a bitter face: "If you don't eat, don't eat. Can you stop talking about your figure? Who will I be anxious about anyone who mentions your figure?"

After hearing this, Sikong's mother immediately said earnestly: "You are still young now and always feel that it doesn't matter. When you reach my age, you won't dare to eat it."

Sikong Yue completely couldn't understand her mother's thoughts, and Sikong Yue felt that it would be better not to continue her figure now, so she immediately continued to propose:

"If the fried skewers are not good, then barbecue or hot pot is OK, right?"

Sikong's mother shook her head slightly after hearing this, saying, "Barbecue and hot pot are not only very greasy, with extremely high calories, but also have a lot of raw materials and additives, which is very unhealthy, so don't eat them even if you can."

"Uh..." Sikong Yue said helplessly, "hot pot and barbecue are not good either, so we can only eat spicy hot pot or rice noodles..."

Sikong's mother continued: "As the news reports, the raw materials of spicy hot pot and rice noodles, and the raw materials of various meatballs, are very unhygienic, and the nausea in the production process is no less than that of spicy strips."

His mother rejected his opinion again, and Sikong Yue's already high mood became significantly lower and began to accumulate a certain amount of anger.

So Sikong Yue looked at her mother and said angrily: "So, this cannot be eaten, that cannot be eaten, then, okay, mom, you can choose something to eat!"

"Uh..." Sikong Yue's mother was slightly stunned, not knowing what to say, because she didn't want to eat these things. No matter what Sikong Yue chose, she could find bad reasons.

But after Sikong Yue threw the problem to him, he suddenly realized that the people present are not only himself and his daughter, but also Chen Chen, an outsider with a special identity.

Thinking of this, Sikong's mother couldn't help but look at Chen Chen and asked carefully: "Chenchen...what do you think? What do you want to eat?"

While listening to the conversation between Sikong Yue and his daughter, Chen Chen was silently analyzing his own situation.

In fact, it doesn’t take Sikong’s mother to say that for herself, those typical high-calorie, high-greasy and particularly irritating foods are obviously not to be eaten.

However, in snacks, there are basically few leftovers that are high in calories, high in greasiness, and high in irritation.

Chen Chen hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's go eat noodles? There are no such messy things in the noodles, right?"

Sikong's mother was stunned for a moment. Chen Chen's proposal was the most suitable one at present.

In the entire hall, what I could be a little interested in was probably the pasta mentioned by Chen Chen.

And now I have realized that there are outsiders here, so I can't be picky anymore.

So Sikong's mother nodded slightly and said, "Well, it's not bad, Yueyue, let's go and eat noodles!"

After hearing what his mother said, Sikong Yue pouted and said, "I can't say so much. Chenchen said something and agreed. Are I your daughter or Chenchen your daughter!"

Sikong's mother reached out and pressed Sikong Yue's head: "Don't put on her hats. If you suggest you eat noodles at the beginning, I will agree!"

Although Sikong Yue knew that her mother was telling the truth, she was still a little unhappy. The main reason was that she didn't want to eat noodles too much.

However, Sikong Yue also knew that her mother was an absolute workaholic. It was already very valuable to take a day to send her to school today.

So before my mother goes back, I will follow her wishes for the time being. Anyway, she will have to go back tonight at the latest. When she leaves, I will roam whatever I want. If I want to eat malatang, I will eat malatang.

So Sikong Yue finally nodded and agreed.

In the end, Sikong Yue asked for a portion of cold noodles, Sikong's mother asked for a portion of fried noodles, and specifically asked not to add sauce or less oil. Chen Chen hesitated for a while and finally asked for a portion of fried noodles with a knife.

After a long struggle, the three of them finally sat in front of a group of chairs and started eating with a bowl of noodles.

I have to say that stores that can survive at Donghai University are all two-pieces.

Although the noodles made here are obviously incomparable to Dan Tai and are far inferior to the maid Duanmu Tiantian, the overall level has basically reached the level of a popular snack bar.

Sikong Yue’s cold noodles are made of iced water. They taste cold and relieve heat.

Sikong Yue’s mother’s fried noodles are noodles with small vegetables such as mung bean sprouts and rapeseed, plus a scrambled egg. These light things are basically in line with her usual eating habits, so she is quite satisfied with her eating.

Although Chen Chen has never eaten fried noodles in this life, he has never had the experience of eating noodles outside in two lives.

Looking at the bowl of noodles in front of him, Chen Chen turned over countless pictures in his mind. Others may be "as if" a different life, but his own words are really "a different life"...

Chen Chen shook his head with emotion, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of noodles and put them in his mouth, closed his eyes and chewed it for a while, and found that the taste seemed to be wrong.

Although it is not good to say what is wrong, it always feels a bit difficult to swallow...

Chen Chen couldn't help but frown slightly and muttered in his heart: Could it be that this body is born with a wealthy background and has been carefully cared for by professional chefs, nutritionists, and doctors since he was a child, so his stomach is particularly fragile and picky?
Chapter completed!