When do you plan to leave?
Although there wasn't much food left at home, they were still able to pour a glass of water for Young Master He, who was a guest.
He hesitated when Jiang Mian handed him the blue Doraemon cup.
"Don't worry about using it, this cup is new. I even have a whole set at home," Jiang Mian teased him. "I didn't expect that Young Master He is really like the characters in domineering CEO novels, with a bit of OCD."
He Yubai frowned: "What novel?"
"It's nothing," Jiang Mian urged him, "Hurry up and drink, you can't expect me to keep holding this up forever, can you?"
This kind of straight man wouldn't understand anything about CEO romance novels, and those CEOs probably don't even know why they're called CEOs.
This place is a completely different world from the north. Not only is the temperature high, but after walking and talking for a while, He Yubai was really thirsty.
Since it was a clean cup, He Yubai wasn't so resistant and accepted it after saying thank you.
There wasn't much water in the cup, and he drank it all in one gulp.
Seeing his fierce appearance, Jiang Mian always thought of that news story: a man wanted to pursue a nurse in the hospital, so in order to talk to her, he pretended to be sick and went to see a doctor. As a result, the elderly doctor saw through his act in one sentence: "Young man, you are so strong that you could kill a bull..."
After finishing his water, He Yubai wiped his mouth and looked at Jiang Mian with some confusion: "What are you laughing at?"
"It's nothing, it's nothing."
Jiang Mian smiled without saying a word. He couldn't very well praise Young Master He for being strong enough to kill a bull, could he?
After locking the gate to the courtyard, Jiang Mian took He Yubai to town.
Since the other party wanted to try authentic local food, Jiang Mian naturally wouldn't take him to restaurants or similar places. Instead, she took a different route and went to a noodle shop.
As soon as she entered, Jiang Mian greeted the old man who was busy by the stove: "Grandpa Niu, I brought my friends here to eat noodles!"
"Huh!?"
Grandpa Niu was over 1.7 meters tall, and his figure was thin like many old men, with patches of white and gray hair on his head.
He's almost eighty years old, but because he runs this noodle shop, he seems to have inexhaustible energy.
Beside the stove, she still seemed to have sharp ears and eyes, skillfully scooping out noodles, rinsing them in hot water, and then plating them with seasonings and side dishes.
Hearing Jiang Mian call her name, she looked up and smiled at him, saying, "Grandpa won't entertain you anymore, please find a seat anywhere."
He Yubai followed Jiang Mian's example and obediently greeted, "Hello, Grandpa Niu."
"Alright, alright," Grandpa Niu said with a kind face, "You're all good children. Come, come, sit wherever you like. Grandpa will make you some noodles right now."
This noodle shop is small, like a sparrow, but it has everything you need.
Because of its age, the shop's furnishings, like Grandpa Niu, bear the marks of time, but what remains is an endlessly sweet aftertaste.
Jiang Mian and He Yubai found a seat against the wall. It wasn't mealtime, and there were only two or three customers in the restaurant.
Grandpa Niu was quick; he brought over two bowls of noodles in no time.
After placing the noodles on the table, Grandpa Niu jokingly looked at the two of them and said, "Mianmian really knows how to choose friends. Not only is she good-looking, but her friends are also so handsome."
He Yubai was a little flattered: "Thank you, Grandpa."
Jiang Mian then deliberately said, "Grandpa, don't praise him too much, or he'll become arrogant."
Grandpa Niu chuckled, "If I had been this handsome when I was young, I would have been so proud!"
After chatting and laughing for a while, Grandpa Niu said to Jiang Mian, "After the New Year, Mianmian will be a year older. Grandpa wants to wish you academic progress and good health in advance. I don't ask Mianmian to make a lot of money, but I hope everything goes smoothly for you."
“Grandpa too,” Jiang Mian said with a smile, “I also wish Grandpa peace, happiness, and a long life. I don’t want Grandpa to work too hard; I just want him to be happy.”
They spoke these two sentences in dialect, which He Yubai couldn't understand, but he could tell from the slightly happy smiles on their faces.
This is a unique kind of romance passed down from generation to generation in this small town, a tradition passed down through generations.
[PS: I'm tired of saying "one update" so often. Today was even busier than yesterday. I was constantly sneaking off to write in the bathroom during work hours, and I almost got caught... I'm working overtime until now, and I even got soaked on the way home because of the rain. Thank you for the gifts, everyone get some rest. I'm going to take a hot shower, drink some cold medicine, and go to bed. Goodnight~]
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