The noodles were quickly served, and everyone was hungry, so they didn't care about stories or plots. They picked up their big bowls and slurped noodles and rice noodles.
It's fine to work up a sweat while eating; just wipe it with a tissue, then blow on it with a fan – very refreshing.
Mu Qiu was worried that the broth from the noodles would get on her clothes, so she ate very carefully, but every time she lifted a noodle, it was a bit nerve-wracking.
By the end, she was quite tired of it.
Cheng Zhirang asked the vendor for an extra bowl and placed it in front of her. Using new chopsticks, he picked up the noodles from her bowl and rolled them into a coil, putting them in the empty bowl, draining the juice from vegetables and fried eggs, and placing them together,
"Eat it like this," he said in a low voice.
Mu Qiu pursed her lips and turned to smile at him, her eyes curved, bright and sunny.
Watching them, Guan Yu felt a pang of jealousy and kept muttering.
