"Gentlemen, the wontons are here! Be careful, they're hot, please enjoy!"
With a shout, the owner brought a bowl of noodles to the table.
"Boss, this bowl of shrimp wontons is mine..."
"...Where's the extra cilantro for Lao Ma's wontons?" Jiang Xia's lips twitched as he looked at his bowl. Why was all the cilantro added to the shrimp wontons?
Upon hearing this, Lin Yanwan lowered her head, sniffed, and then said, "There's garlic."
The shop owner's breath hitched, and he looked a little embarrassed: "I'm really sorry, I must have made a mistake in my haste. How about I make you two a new bowl?"
"Fine, let's leave it at that. It's not like I can't eat garlic."
"Thank you, thank you..." the boss said, expressing his gratitude profusely.
"Boss, could you please give me a spoon? She doesn't use chopsticks to eat wontons," Jiang Xia suddenly said.
"Okay," the boss readily agreed.
Lin Yanwan was slightly surprised; it was rare that this guy could still remember.
She took a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder and picked up the cilantro floating on the surface. Jiang Xia subconsciously pushed her bowl over, and after all the cilantro was picked out, she also handed over the chopsticks.
Anyway, ever since they started dating, he has always eaten what his wife doesn't eat. Over the years, they have become accustomed to this table manners and don't think there's anything wrong with this seemingly intimate gesture.
Seeing how familiar the two were, the boy who had called out to Lin Yanwan earlier suddenly froze, standing there dumbfounded with his soy milk and fried dough sticks, feeling like a clown.
Who is that guy?
The goddess I have a crush on actually has a boyfriend?
How could he not know such important news?
The boy, who suddenly felt as if the world had turned gray in an instant, no longer believed in love.
He looked at Lin Yanwan with a sorrowful expression, sighed, and then turned his head at a 45-degree angle to look up at the sky, which was not yet fully bright. His tearful heart had already thought of the status he would post on QQ Space later: "We are so sad that we are dying. Everything we do is just our own emotion."
Jiang Xia caught a glimpse of him walking out of the noodle shop looking lost and couldn't help but find it amusing. Are all boys these days so mentally unstable?
So what if he saw the girl he like having dinner with another guy? Is that enough to cause him emotional trauma? That won't do. How can a guy pursue a girl without learning how to flatter her? Not everyone can be as handsome as him, making goddesses fall for him.
He sighed inwardly, soaking all the cilantro in the oily broth until it was fully saturated, and then fed it into his mouth along with the wontons.
"By the way, you really don't know who he is?"
Lin Yanwan scooped up a small spoonful with a spoon, pursed her delicate little mouth and blew on it, then drank it in small sips after it cooled slightly.
Upon hearing Jiang Xia's question, she thought for a moment and replied seriously, "It seems to be a classmate, but I forgot the name."
So many people had a crush on her back then, and so much time has passed, how could anyone remember their names clearly?
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xia felt sorry for the young man from earlier once again. In his wife's eyes, he was just an insignificant cannon fodder.
Looking back, I was practically Zhao Zilong reincarnated, snatching her back from a bunch of formidable rivals—I was incredibly cool.
"Poor kid, it seems he's lost faith in love." Jiang Xia smiled. "You've broken a boy's heart."
Lin Yanwan was stunned for a moment before realizing that she and Jiang Xia seemed to be a little too close. Even if they decided to be friends, they shouldn't be this intimate.
Does this mean we have to upgrade to male best friend?
I took a deep breath and banished all these random thoughts. I can only blame my long-standing habits, which are impossible to change overnight.
Thinking this, she glared at Jiang Xia with some annoyance, as if things would gradually deviate from their expected course whenever she was with him.
"Why are you glaring at me? I didn't do anything." Jiang Xia looked aggrieved. "Or, should I chase after him and explain that we're not actually in the kind of relationship he thinks we are?"
I don't know why, but seeing that guy leave looking so dejected made me feel pretty good. I guess it was like, "You want to pursue my wife? Don't you even look in the mirror?"
Even though his wife is now his ex-wife, he still retains his superiority complex.
"...Shut up, you'll only make things worse."
Lin Yanwan suddenly felt a headache coming on. She was afraid that it wouldn't be long before rumors started circulating that she was dating a boy from another class.
But clearly... she had already broken up with this guy peacefully!
“Yes, yes! A clear conscience fears no accusation.” Jiang Xia sat up straight, agreeing wholeheartedly.
"Don't you know how powerful public opinion can be?"
This guy is really talking without understanding the situation. Lin Yanwan was so annoyed that she lightly kicked him, but Jiang Xia caught her with his legs.
"What are you doing? Why are you resorting to violence?" Jiang Xia's eyes were wary; these were all moves the two of them had practiced since getting married.
In the past, my next move would have been to grab her hand and pull her into my arms, then lean in and kiss her on the lips.
Now... cough, there are too many people now, no... we've already broken up, so we can't kiss.
He glanced guiltily over Lin Yanwan's delicate lips.
"Let go." She struggled a few times, somewhat shyly, but it was completely useless.
"I won't let go, you're going to kick me."
Lin Yanwan was furious: "...Who wanted to kick you?!"
"Why would I trap you if you didn't kick me?" Jiang Xia argued vehemently.
"..."
She suddenly ran out of words, and in a fit of pique, she clamped her other leg tightly around him, as if to say, "If you're so capable, neither of us will let go!"
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