Shi Fenglian pressed her hands tightly against her apron, trying to appear as normal as possible: "Hold on a moment."
The area of this noodle shop is not large, with just four tables in total.
The semi-open kitchen allows customers to see clearly.
"Why are you here for a meal at this hour, young man?"
Shi Fenglian busied herself in the kitchen, casually asking without looking up.
"Well, it's only now that I've had some free time." Lü Yan pulled out a pair of chopsticks, tapped them on the table to align, and then added, "Please be quick."
...
Yao Yi was lounging in his car, playing on his phone, and yawned out of boredom.
Before he could close his mouth, he heard a tap on the car window.
Turning his head, he saw a young girl standing by the car door, at most seventeen or eighteen years old.
Yao Yi found it a bit strange, rolled down the window: "Is something the matter?"
