Shi Sangluo looked at the sudden appearance of him and frowned slightly: "You..."

"Don't be pretentious, I'm not here to find you. It's simply because the noodle soup here tastes really good. I'm a little tired after work, so I came here for a late-night snack."

Shi Sangluo nodded, "Oh."

Fu Chengyuan's eyes fell on the fried skewers in Shi Sangluo's hand, with a look of disgust on his face: "Do you know about gutter oil?"

Shi Sangluo said "hmm" but didn't continue.

"Here comes the noodle soup! Young man, two bowls of noodle soup for you!"

"Puch-"

Ye Wo laughed out loud.

The landlady and Fu Chengyuan looked at him at the same time.

Ye Wo quickly suppressed his smile and said to the landlady: "Madam, you must see clearly, don't call anyone a young man."

The landlady came closer and suddenly slapped her thigh: "Oh, look at me! Damn, the people who come to my house to eat noodle soup are usually students. Who would have thought that there is also a man in a suit? But... why am I looking at it?

Does it look familiar to you?"

While biting the fried skewers, Ye Wo said loudly: "Madam, I think you need to buy a pair of reading glasses. This gentleman can buy the whole street just by waving his sleeves. People like this

A distinguished man, you have a lot to choose from when it comes to food, how could you possibly have come here to eat your cheap noodle soup?"

"But it does look familiar... By the way!" The landlady suddenly shouted: "I remember, little girl, you two came together last time, right? I thought you two were the same person.

That's right, but you said you were your boss and came here for a change... It's you, right?"

When Ye Wo heard this, his chewing movements slowed down slightly, and he asked Shi Sang Luo with his eyes.

Shi Sangluo bit his lip and was about to nod when he heard Fu Chengyuan say coldly: "No, you made a mistake. It's my first time here."

The landlady was stunned: "Ah? I'm sorry. It seems I made a mistake. I'm sorry. Please eat slowly...but the portion of our noodle soup is large. It might be a bit too much for you to eat two bowls by yourself."

"Who said I eat alone?" Fu Chengyuan waved, "Xiaoying, here."

Feng Ying was already a little nauseated by the smell of oil smoke and condiments. When she saw Fu Chengyuan waving to her, she slowly walked over and sat down next to him.

Fu Chengyuan pushed one of the bowls of noodle soup in front of her: "Eat it."

Ye Wo's eyes were rolling, and he was still holding a half-eaten fried skewer in his hand. He pointed back and forth with interest: "Mr. Fu is... getting back together with Miss Feng?"

"None of your business." Fu Chengyuan said coldly, and then looked at Feng Ying with concern, "What's the matter? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Fu Chengyuan suddenly changed his mind and asked him for help. Feng Ying was also confused and could only cover his mouth and nose and shake his head wildly.

But the more she shook her head, the more nauseous she felt, especially because there was a small stall selling grilled squid across from the soup noodle shop. The fishy smell of seafood and the smell of thick oily red sauce made her stomach churn.

Fu Chengyuan felt a little disgusted, so he put his chopsticks heavily on the bowl. Feng Ying trembled in fright, and quickly picked up the chopsticks and stuffed rice noodles into his mouth.

"Xiao Ying."

"..."

"Xiao Ying!"

Feng Ying reluctantly raised her head: "Mr. Fu?"

"I don't eat onions, pick them out for me."

Feng Ying looked at the chopsticks she had used and said silently: "Then I'll find a pair of clean chopsticks."

"No, use mine," Fu Chengyuan said, "Don't call me Mr. Fu. I ignored you before and you're still angry with me?"

Feng Ying bit her lip, looked at Fu Chengyuan, and then at Shi Sangluo, who was eating his powder without saying a word, and felt a little understanding.

Fu Chengyuan called him out so late at night, probably because he was having trouble with Shi Sangluo.

However, Shi Sangluo didn't seem to care at all. He ate the soup noodles slowly, holding a paper towel in his hand, and elegantly and gently wiped the remaining soup juice from the corner of his mouth.

Ye Wo kept his eyes rolling, as if he was trying to figure out what Fu Chengyuan was playing.

"Ye Wo." Shi Sangluo suddenly called out.

"Ah?" Ye Wo replied deeply: "What's wrong? What do you want to eat? I'll buy it for you."

"No, I just want to remind you, eat the powder quickly, it will swell in a while."

Ye Wo chuckled, but obediently withdrew his gaze and ate his fans: "If it's interesting, I'll watch it for a while."
Chapter completed!