This is undoubtedly bad news.
Negotiations with someone who is difficult to approach are always several times more challenging than those with someone who is easy to talk to.
but,
Bridges kept a close eye on the kitchen.
His favorite thing is to challenge himself.
The assistant behind him skillfully took out a handkerchief and wiped the table inside and out.
I also wiped the chair I was sitting on clean.
Bridges glanced at it and calmly sat down.
Hobson caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, frowned almost imperceptibly, and stepped into the kitchen.
The shop manager was kneading dough. He thought for a moment and didn't say what he had seen.
"Your late-night snack will have to wait a while."
While kneading the dough, Ling Miao turned to them apologetically and said...
"I might get off work even later today, so it counts as overtime."
Rella smiled and waved her hand dismissively, looking at Ling Miao with anticipation.
"Can I have the mushroom and meat sauce noodles?"
“Of course.” Ling Miao nodded.
"Then I'll eat that."
The other person excitedly took out three bowls and began to season the ingredients simply, then turned to look at Ling Miao expectantly.
"Then I'll eat instant noodles."
"And you?"
After making her decision, Susan turned to look at Hobson, who was standing to the side. Hobson seemed to think for a moment and then said, "I'll eat instant noodles too."
The lingering taste of the previous meal still seemed to be in his mouth. With anticipation in his eyes, he followed Susan and grabbed two packets of instant noodles as well.
The boiling water submerged the pale yellow dough, while the reddish-brown sauce packet, rinsed by the clear water, quickly dispersed, releasing wisps of oil.
Red oil spreads in circles on the surface of the soup.
Hobson found a lid to put on the bowl, looked around and saw everyone busy, so he simply took the bowl and went out of the kitchen.
There were only the two customers in the restaurant. He walked straight to the table without looking to the side and waited for his instant noodles to be ready.
Bridges looked at him curiously.
The other person was holding a bowl with a lid on it. His superior eyesight allowed him to immediately see the wisps of white mist drifting out from the gaps in the lid, and the gradually blurring white mist on the lid.
The other person didn't look at him, but instead sat down at the table with their bowl in hand.
That seemed to be the other person's late-night snack.
Bridges raised an eyebrow and turned away listlessly.
But after a short while, he turned his head with great interest and looked straight at Hobson sitting at the table.
Few people know that his sense of smell is extremely sensitive.
The faint aroma wafting from the tip of his nose stirred a rare urge to eat in him.
Just as he was about to speak, he saw Ling Miao walking towards him with a tray in her hand.
Your noodles are ready.
Bridges took the chopsticks handed to him, looked up and smiled.
Thank you.
Ling Miao calmly shook her head, "You're welcome."
His tone was calm, his expression indifferent, as if he hadn't noticed the guest's deliberately curved lips.
Bridges didn't mind, and instead picked up his chopsticks to examine the bowl of beef noodles in front of him.
The faint aroma that had been present at the tip of my nose was instantly overwhelmed by the strong smell of beef and disappeared completely.
The snow-white, soft noodles nestled in the red broth, even the noodles themselves possessing a neat and tender, obedient quality.
Quietly, the green scallions and the dark red beef chunks add color to this bowl of beef noodles.
Bridges' eyebrows twitched slightly, and with a somewhat hurried movement, he lifted a strand of noodle.
The soft, springy noodles even bounced between the chopsticks, and in that instant, drops of brown broth mixed with red oil dripped from the noodles, creating ripples.
His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and the next second, he put the noodles between his chopsticks into his mouth.
Soft and springy, you can tell these noodles are handmade just by chewing them.
Unlike machine-made noodles, handmade noodles are chewy and springy, making them a delight to eat.
He got excited and took another bite, picking up a large mouthful of noodles. But unexpectedly, the chopsticks seemed to have hit something, and the soup broth started to overflow with yellow hues.
He raised an eyebrow, and as he flipped his chopsticks, a soft-boiled egg appeared in the bowl.
This fried egg was cooked to perfection. The egg white was soft, white, and bouncy, with neat edges and a hint of caramel color. The yolk in the center looked tender and was slowly flowing out with a runny yolk.
The pale yellow egg liquid slowly coated the snow-white noodles, making one's mouth water.
He no longer hesitated, his demeanor clearly elegant and composed, yet one could still discern a hint of urgency within it.
It wasn't until his chopsticks reached out and found nothing that he realized he had already eaten the entire bowl of beef noodles in front of him.
A satisfied feeling of fullness washed over him. He wiped his mouth, stood up somewhat uncomfortably, and
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Hobson eating noodles.
You could tell how delicious the noodles were just from the other person's expression.
My stomach, which was full just now, seems to be rumbling with hunger again.
Bridges walked over.
Hobson looked up and saw the restaurant guests staring at him curiously.
No,
It was looking at the noodles in his bowl.
"Is this also noodles?"
With a curious tone, Hobson nodded and, seeing the customer's curiosity, took the initiative to speak: "This is instant noodles."
"instant noodles?"
"Convenient noodles?"
He was surprised that the other party saw through the mystery at a glance.
Bridges stroked his chin, calculating the profits this trip could bring him.
His breathing became heavier without him realizing it. He took a deep breath, suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart, and a glint of shrewdness flashed in his fox-like eyes for a moment.
Is your store manager still here?
His tone became much more serious. Hobson glanced at him inexplicably and pointed to the kitchen, "In the kitchen."
As they were talking, the twins came out carrying bowls.
The two little ones weren't curious at all; they took their bowls and headed straight for Hobson.
The other person very readily accepted the bowls from the two of them and placed them on the table.
"Thank you, Uncle!"
The two thanked him politely, sat down, and picked up their chopsticks to start stirring.
The two ate mushroom and meat sauce noodles. After simple seasoning, the cooked noodles and meat sauce were added, and after a little mixing, it was an irresistible and delicious dish.
Bridges looked at the two children's bowls; the noodles inside were as white as beef noodles, and as they were stirred, the springy noodles could be clearly seen slipping through the chopsticks.
The dark brown diced meat coated the noodles, instantly turning the originally snow-white noodles a rich brown.
He could even smell a faint aroma of mushrooms.
Bridges was filled with great curiosity, but at the same time, he restrained himself from looking at the two children's expressions as they ate noodles.
I heard a slurping sound in my ear; it was the sound of slurping noodles.
He pressed his fist to his lips, his peripheral vision inadvertently catching a glimpse of the child's still-chewing lips.
His cheeks puffed out and moved, and brown sauce smeared on the corners of his lips.
As he chewed, he could see bits of meat peeking out from the tip of his tongue.
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