Lin Jiang nodded. This was unexpected, yet it also made perfect sense.
"Alright, we can talk about this later." Lin Jiang turned to the Qin Sisters and said:
"We have seven types of noodles. Which one would you like to try?"
Looking at the menu, Qin Yangyang wasn't particularly interested.
'It's just noodles. How good can they possibly be?'
'These people lining up to eat noodles must just be jumping on the bandwagon.'
But it didn't matter if it was good or not. She'd just consider this a way of making a new friend.
"I'll have the chicken noodle soup. I'm in the mood for something light."
"I'll get the scallion oil noodles. We can share," said Qin Youyou.
"Okay."
Lin Jiang looked at Li Yuanyuan. "Two bowls of chicken noodle soup, one bowl of scallion oil noodles, one of each side dish, and two bottles of mineral water."
"Got it."
Li Yuanyuan turned and went back into the shop. Lin Jiang looked at the two women and said:
