"Okay." Leng Ruoxue nodded, and the two casually found a couple of seats to sit down.
"Hello, what would you like to eat?" The noodle seller was an old man in his seventies. When he saw customers, he walked to Leng Ruoxue and Freak.
"Uncle, we want the best noodles you have," Leng Ruoxue said after some thought.
"Okay! Wait a moment!" The old man turned around and left happily. A few minutes later, he brought two bowls of steaming noodles.
Just as Leng Ruoxue and Freak picked up their chopsticks and were about to taste the noodles, a young man knocked over their table. The two bowls of noodles fell to the ground with a plop, directly feeding the ground.
Freak grabbed the young man's collar and roared angrily, "Compensate us."
"I'm sorry. I didn't do it on purpose. Someone is chasing after me," the young man said apologetically and kept apologizing.
