"Hmm, tomorrow then, I'll go tomorrow."
"Okay."
The waiter politely knocked and entered, full of smiles, saying to them, "Sir, Madam, I'm very sorry, but today's egg noodles are all gone. I'm really sorry."
"We'll pay for them." Turstin Muller looked at the waiter seriously.
"I'm sorry, we don't sell egg noodles. I'm really sorry."
The waiter hung his head awkwardly, standing respectfully at the door.
Suddenly, Valentine Teller understood, those two bowls of egg noodles were...
Her heart suddenly twinged, a bit painful.
Did he really make it himself?
Just to bring that to her?
"Never mind if they aren't for sale, I'm already full." Valentine Teller pushed the bowl aside, pretending to be carefree as she picked up the knife and fork, "Let's eat steak, this is what we paid for, let's not waste it."
"Please enjoy, Sir, Madam."
The waiter retreated and closed the door, leaving Valentine Teller and Turstin Muller alone in the private room once more.
