By the time Chen Meijuan took the new cold skin out of the noodles, she had already eaten most of it.

After pausing the filming, Shen Jiayue felt that eating like this was not enough, so she planned to use her mobile phone to shoot a short video of eating cold skin and send it to Chen Yan in Beijing.

After all, we are cousins ​​whose blood is thicker than water. We have delicious food, so naturally we can’t forget it.

Soon, Chen Yan, who was nestling on the sofa and watching videos of foreign netizens setting off fireworks with an envious look on her face, received a short video from Shen Jiayue.

"Yanbao, have you eaten? My mother-in-law is making cold noodles. The newly made hot cold noodles are dipped in chili oil. Look at the color. Isn't it very tempting? Haha, let me try it for you first. Wow...

…”

Watching the video of her cousin eating cold skin dipped in chili oil in an exaggerated manner, Chen Yan couldn't help but swallow her saliva, and she replied sourly:

"If you eat cold skin on New Year's Day, be careful of diarrhea."

After saying that, I started searching to see which Liangpi shop is still open in Beijing today.

I can't help it, I'm really hungry...

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Chapter completed!