The two of them exchanged some pointless pleasantries, and then the noodles arrived.
Large bowls of noodles, accompanied by eight different toppings and a special sauce. The spread alone looked authentic. When it came to the finer points of food and fun, the people of the Capital really knew best.
"Wow, this looks appetizing! Don't laugh, Mr. Summers, but this is my first time having classic Capital-style fried sauce noodles." Ivy Holden said, raising her teacup. "Mr. Summers, thank you."
"Mr. Holden, you're embarrassing me. If the handover wasn't so tight, I would've definitely taken you for some authentic, home-style Capital cuisine. You know what, once the handover is done, I'll treat you to a big meal."
"No, no, no, I'll treat you. You're getting this one, so the next one is definitely on me."
The two of them continued their polite back-and-forth over the noodles, neither one picking up their chopsticks.
