As for this... It was just a hand.
Yang Mianhua sighed and was led away with his fate. He didn't know what the Muslims were laughing at, but he was also laughing like this. Even though Yang Mianhua couldn't suppress the corners of her mouth, she was hungry now!
"Muslim, I'm hungry." Yang Mianhua tugged at his tightly held hand, his voice filled with grievance.
"Are you hungry?" The Muslim frowned. At this moment, Yang Mianhua stomach started to growl again.
Yang Mianhua rubbed his stomach. It really worked with him.
The Muslim released Yang Mianhua hand, touched her head, and then took it back!
There was nothing he could do. Yang Mianhua could only let the Muslims lead him to a nearby restaurant.
"Do you have noodles?" "I remember that there's a place near our school where the casse
