Lin Banxia noticed the water droplets seeping out from the bottle in his hand and softly voiced her concern, "It's so late, you shouldn't be drinking something cold like this—it's bad for your stomach."
Huo Yanting's eyes froze for a moment upon hearing her remark. Then, without hesitation, he tossed the bottle into a nearby trash bin.
Lin Banxia was stunned. She had only advised him not to drink something too cold—why did he take it so seriously and throw it away?
"Judging by your expression, it seems like the flavor's good. Did you make a portion for me as well?" Huo Yanting wasn't usually fond of late-night snacks, but at this moment, he couldn't suppress the urge to give it a try.
Lin Banxia nodded lightly, "I made enough for two—I'll get you a bowl and chopsticks."
Lin Banxia, her face slightly flushed, brought out the freshly washed bowl and chopsticks, and personally served him half a bowl of noodles.
