He took a deep breath and looked around. The soup noodle stall occupied a sidewalk, with about seven or eight small tables. Next to them was a couple. They looked like they were eighteen or nineteen years old. The girl was a very cute round-faced foodie, who was burying her hard work.

Her boyfriend seemed a little mature. He sat beside him and watched her eat with his chin, with a pampering smile on his face. From time to time, he even reminded him: "Hot, eat slowly..."

There were several boys playing basketball next to me who were passing by, pushing and shoving, and accidentally hitting the girl and apologizing repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

But I'm sorry, it's useless. Half a bowl of soup powder was sprinkled on the girl, and her boyfriend quickly took a few tissues to help her wipe it.

The girl has a good personality and waved her hand and said generously: "It's okay, but there are many people here, so you should be careful. It doesn't matter if she burns her clothes. If she burns the girl's face, you will have to take responsibility for the rest of your life!"

The basketball boy couldn't help laughing: "Then are you burning your face? Do you need me to be responsible?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the girl's boyfriend approaching and kissing her lips gently, expressing his attitude.

Then he continued to wipe her clothes with a tissue, and his tone was faint: "The corners of your mouth are stained with chopped green onions."

"No?"

"Yes, I ate it."

"No way? Then I was talking to someone just now, didn't I say it with the green onions on the corner of my mouth?!"

"Yes," my boyfriend had a silence, "Don't talk to strangers in the future."

"Oh my God, it's so embarrassing. I should wipe my face first! I have green onions on my face and teach others a lesson..."

Then came the boy's gentle comfort.

The two tables were not far away, and Fu Chengyuan could see clearly that there were no green onions on the girl's face, but it was just the boy's possessiveness. He wanted to swear sovereignty and persuade his girlfriend to withdraw his other "peach blossoms" but was so arrogant that he didn't want to admit it.

"Okay," Shi Sangluo pushed the soup noodles that had picked the chopped green onion back: "I have picked them all clean."

Fu Chengyuan came to his senses and looked at the soup noodles in front of him. Without the embellishment of chopped green onions, only a white bowl was left, and his appetite suddenly decreased.

Shi Sangluo said: "Or don't eat it, you probably won't be able to eat the street stall."

Fu Chengyuan picked up the chopsticks and tasted them.

The soup powder tastes very light, except for the fresh and sweet taste of the soup, the powder itself has no taste at all.

He frowned slightly: "What's so delicious?"

It happened that the boss's wife brought powder to other customers. When she came back, she heard this sentence and her face looked a little bad.

Shi Sangluo quickly amplified a little and said, "I think it's delicious. This restaurant is very famous at H University. When I was in school, I often had to queue up to buy it."

After hearing this, the boss's wife smiled a little on her face, "Yes, there were more people in the past few years. Last year, H University built a new campus, and all undergraduates went to the new campus. Now there are only graduate students here, and there are many fewer people."

Shi Sangluo smiled and said, "I think your business is still the best on this street, and everyone is full of people."

"Haha, they are all old customers from the past, many of them are the same as you. They have been graduating for several years. I still remember my skills and often come back to visit me."

"Then I have to come here often in the future."

"Okay, I'll take your boyfriend next time. I haven't seen him for a long time. The young man is really good. You're lucky."

Shi Sangluo responded perfunctorily and called out a few times, and he was considered to have dealt with it.

When his eyes turned back, Fu Chengyuan had already stuffed a large mouthful of rice noodles into his mouth.

Shi Sangluo also took a small bite and chewed slowly.

The boss's craftsmanship is indeed good, and the price is fair and enthusiastic. I still remember her and Gu Fuye's habit of eating when she came. Such people deserve to be prosperous.

"You guys... have a good relationship?"

"Yes," Shi Sangluo repeated again: "Very good."

“How good is it?”

Fu Chengyuan just asked casually, and was mentally prepared. He probably would hear answers similar to "No one in my heart can compare to him" and so on.

But after waiting for a long time, I couldn't hear her voice.

When I put down the chopsticks and raised my head to look at her, I realized that she lowered her head and wiped her eyes with her fingers without any trace, with crystal clear fingertips.
Chapter completed!