Fang Zhenyun wanted to wipe them all out in one fell swoop.
As a result, the net broke, the fish escaped, and the fisherman was dragged into the water as well.
This deal is a great one!
It was lunchtime, and the snack street in Laomendong was bustling with activity.
Lin Que, familiar with the place, turned into a secluded alley.
At the far end, there was an inconspicuous little shop with its signboard blackened by cooking fumes.
I could only vaguely make out the words "Xu's Old Duck Soup".
He discovered this place by chance when he came to Jinling on a business trip in his previous life.
The taste is absolutely authentic, but because of its remote location, only true gourmets know about it.
Lifting the heavy cotton curtain,
A rich aroma of duck fat mixed with the heat of chili peppers wafted over, instantly dispelling the chill from my body.
The shop is small, with only five or six square tables, and it's already full of people.
Most diners were engrossed in their food, slurping up noodles all around them.
Lin Que glanced around, his brows furrowing slightly.
There are no seats left.
Just as he was about to pack up and take it with him, a table in the corner caught his attention.
There was only one person sitting at that table.
The reason they could be noticed at a glance was because this person was fully armed even indoors.
She was wearing a beige woolen hat with the brim pulled low.
A thick scarf was wrapped around her neck, almost completely burying her face.
Only his eyes were visible as he stared blankly at the empty table in front of him.
The coat she was wearing was quite exquisite; its cut and fabric clearly indicated it was expensive.
This small, run-down shop, where people eat vermicelli with garlic, seems completely out of place.
Lin Que didn't think much of it and walked straight over.
"Want to share a table?"
The girl was like a frightened cat.
His shoulders jerked, and he quickly lowered his head.
He gave a vague "hmm".
Lin Que didn't mind and pulled out the long bench opposite him to sit down.
Bored, I picked up a pair of disposable chopsticks.
He fiddled with it in his hand, his eyes inadvertently sweeping across the other side.
Although the girl was covered up, her exposed hands were very beautiful.
Her fingers were long and fair, her nails were neatly trimmed, and the tips had a healthy pink tinge.
At this moment, his hands were nervously twisting the hem of his clothes, as if he were trying to hide something.
Moreover, the bag next to her, although it didn't have any obvious logo,
But the luster of the leather and hardware,
Lin Que had seen a similar style at a dinner party hosted by a top female star in his previous life.
A runaway rich heiress? Or a minor celebrity hiding from paparazzi?
Several thoughts flashed through Lin Que's mind, and then he laughed self-deprecatingly.
This is just my occupational hazard; I feel like making up stories for everyone I see.
"The soup is here!"
The boss emerged from the kitchen carrying a tray.
Two large bowls of steaming hot vermicelli soup, topped with glistening red chili oil.
Bright green scallions (no cilantro), and a generous amount of duck offal.
On the small plate next to it, four golden and crispy sesame cakes were stacked neatly.
"Gentlemen, these are yours."
The owner placed two identical bowls of soup in front of the two people respectively.
He then pushed the plate of sesame seed cakes to the center of the table.
"Hey? Boss, I ordered two sesame seed cakes."
Lin Que pointed to the plate.
"Yes, you ordered two, and this young lady also ordered two."
They all came out of the same pot, so I just put them together.
The boss wiped his hands and said with a smile.
"I think you two have similar tastes; neither of you wants cilantro."
They all had to be extra spicy, even the toppings were the same.
Lin Que was taken aback.
These days, there are very few heretics who would eat duck blood and vermicelli soup without cilantro.
Even spicier options are extremely rare.
He subconsciously looked across at the other side.
At the same time, the girl opposite also looked up.
Because she wanted to eat, she had to pull her scarf down a bit, revealing a fair and delicate face.
Perhaps it was from the heat in the store.
Her cheeks were flushed, and fine beads of sweat glistened on the tip of her nose.
Their eyes met.
The air seemed to freeze for a second.
Lin Que stopped using his chopsticks.
This face, these eyes...
Memories flashed back in an instant.
The girl who was wearing a performance costume and secretly eating plum blossom cakes in a secluded alley in Confucius Temple.
The girl who won the piano competition in the photo, and was known as the hidden gem of Nanjing.
Clearly, the other party recognized him as well.
Those eyes, which had been somewhat panicked, widened instantly.
Lin Que's slightly bewildered face was reflected in her pupils.
The two spoke at the same time, their voices colliding.
"Lin Que?!"
"Plum blossom cake!?"
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