Chapter 202: Eating two spicy noodles for one cent
Standing in front of the pot was a middle-aged woman with her hair neatly tied up behind her head.
Although the store was dim, the environment, including the aprons worn by the women, was clean.
He was still wearing a transparent plastic mask on his face. When he saw Lu Shiyan coming over with a few baskets, he took out two disposable gloves from a small homemade paper box next to him.
She threw all the ingredients into the pot with quick movements, calculating quickly, "Forty-five dollars and fifty cents in total, plus two bottles of soy milk, forty-seven dollars and fifty cents."
Yu Jingjing sat nearby and looked around the store.
She didn't expect to be brought to such a store.
Not to mention Lu Shiyan, Jiang Nanjing's personality of wanting everything to be the best makes it seem like he would not come to this restaurant to eat.
Lu Shiyan paid the money and took the two people's number tags and sat next to Yu Jingjing.
"What's wrong?"
"I thought you would find it strange." Lu Shiyan placed the number plates on the table. Both plates were made of plastic discs with handwritten number notes attached to them, and then tied with a rubber band as a hanging rope.
Yu Jingjing nodded, "It's a bit strange. It's not because of you, but I feel that Jiang Nanjing's personality doesn't seem like he would come to this restaurant to eat."
The man who said this lowered his voice a lot.
I also know that it would be bad if the boss lady heard what I said.
"Jiangnan Jing's bad temper has only emerged in the past two years. When I was a kid, he would drag me and my classmates to the canteen to buy two spicy noodles for 1 cent, and we would stand on the roadside to eat them."
Lu Shiyan couldn't help laughing out loud, and seeing Yu Weiwei also laughing, he quickly explained: "I didn't eat it. I was just watching from the side."
Yu Whale did not say whether he believed or did not believe this explanation.
Imagine two miniature versions of Lu Shiyan and Jiang Nanjing standing on the side of the road, with one little guy looking coldly at the people next to him eating spicy strips and breathing heavily, his face full of disgust.
"What happened next?"
"Later?" Lu Shiyan laughed, "After we returned, the housekeeper smelled the spicy noodle smell on Jiang Nanjing's body and directly deducted his pocket money for the next month. Jiang Nanjing was well behaved for a month."
"What about you?" Yu Weiwei really didn't expect that the youth of these two people would be so interesting.
At that time, the Lu family and the Jiang family were no longer ordinary families.
Two rich young men were squatting on the side of the road eating spicy strips at a dime each.
It’s very interesting just thinking about it.
"Before I went home, I went to the school clinic and sprayed some disinfectant on my body." Although Lu Shiyan didn't eat it, the smell was on his body.
Mr. Lu doesn't care about these things.
The same cannot be said for Lu's mother.
If Lu's mother smelled the scent of spicy strips on Lu Shiyan, she would punish him severely even if she knew that Lu Shiyan did not eat them.
"Smart!"
Yu Jingjing looked at him sideways, and gained a new understanding of Lu Shiyan from a different perspective.
The boiled spicy hot pot must taste good since it has been remembered by Lu Shiyan for so many years.
Two company presidents with a net worth of over 100 million yuan just sat in this small shop of less than 15 square meters and ate their fill, feeling extremely satisfied.
Before leaving, Yu Jingjing said hello to the middle-aged woman who was watching TV by the pot, and said he would come again next time.
When I came out of the shop, it was dark outside.
This is an alley in the old city. There are not so many neon lights, only dim street lights on the roadside.
The two walked side by side, and they could see sparse stars when they looked up.