Su Xiaoxiao finally noticed that the person was referring to the remaining packets of luosifen in her bag.
She really liked eating luosifen, but some people weren't accustomed to it.
"Sorry, this isn't instant noodles, it's luosifen, and you might not be used to the taste."
The young man was very insistent: "It's okay, I can handle it."
Su Xiaoxiao had no choice but to sell it to him: "This is a bit more expensive than instant noodles, it's thirty cents a packet, you see..."
The young man didn't think twice and immediately handed three dimes to Su Xiaoxiao, eagerly clutching the luosifen as he went to queue up for hot water.
Soon, an odd stench spread throughout the entire carriage, rivaling the effectiveness of biochemical weapons.
"Damn, who's so uncultured that they crapped their pants?"
Someone turned their head following the smell, their gaze landing right on the stunned young man with a lunchbox.
