He was clearly still feeling jealous. Tong Ran swung his arm as they walked, and when they passed by a cold noodle stand, she stopped. Turning around to enter, she suggested, "Shall we eat this? It's really tasty."
Mo Nanjue was a million times reluctant, but thinking of Luo Xiao and her "shared memories," he steeled himself and followed her in.
"Boss, two bowls of cold noodles," Tong Ran hadn't had them for so long, she said cheerfully, "and add lots of chili."
"Alrighty!"
She headed to sit at a small round table but noticed the man standing still. "Aren't you coming to sit?"
Mo Nanjue looked at the shabby little stall with disdain. "What are cold noodles?"
Tong Ran: "..."
"It's a snack. The QQ texture is quite nice," she knew that an Eldest Young Master like him had probably never eaten it. Pulling him to sit down, she urged, "You'll know once you try it."
Mo Nanjue frowned with his arched eyebrows, no choice in the matter, and sat down.
