Chapter 356 What Should I Do If Some Idiot Insists On Eating My Saliva?

Shortly after, the teachers arrived. Just when the teachers sat down, some of the students began to toast.

Sigrid felt a little hungry, but the appetizers were too cold. She only ate a few bites and stopped. She would wait for the main courses to be served.

At this moment, in the private room next door, Christin frowned after taking a bite of the noodles served. "What the hell? Why do these noodles taste so strange?"

His features were all twisted, making Jonason frown. He didn't like it when a face so similar to his made such a terrible expression.

George thoughtfully looked at the big bowl of noodles placed on the table. There were only three of them. However, the dishes were served according to Sigrid's order from the party next door.

If Christin thought it tasted bad, he probably wouldn't find it tasty either.

Was this what Sigrid would be eating that night?

Jonason took a bite of the noodles himself. "They taste pretty bad!"

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