Li Xiaoqin had never expected anyone would actually order the overpriced noodles.
Instinctively, she glanced at the two men, but just one look made her uneasy.
The two men had an air of delinquency about them, clearly thugs, and their bulging pockets and shifty eyes indicated they were up to no good.
Yet, remembering that her shop was open for business, she couldn't refuse customers.
After a moment's hesitation, Li Xiaoqin agreed and went to the kitchen to make the noodles.
Though she had memorized the recipe given by Ye Guichen, and had repeatedly made a few bowls last night, the noodles she made couldn't compare to Ye Guichen's, but still achieved about seventy percent of the original flavor.
When she brought out the two bowls of noodles, the two men couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
"These noodles smell so good!" The two men stared at the noodles eagerly, then began eating.
