The two sat waiting for their noodles, when Zhou Jingwei's phone rang.
It was his good friend Zhao Ximo.
"Jingwei, when are you going to come to Yuxian for a gathering? I've been free lately, bring that kid Wei Tingyao with you, let's have a chat."
At 27 years old, Zhao Ximo, the owner of Yuxian, was a well-known businessman.
For three generations, the Zhao family had been famous and affluent merchants, and Zhao Ximo had inherited the family's business acumen very well.
Zhou Jingwei glanced at Cheng Weiyue across from him, playing Candy Crush, a smile tucked in his eyes: "Not today, I'm having dinner with a friend."
It indeed was mealtime, so Zhao Ximo casually asked, "What are you eating? I'll try it next time."
Zhou Jingwei took some chopsticks beside him, sterilized them in hot tea, and handed them to Cheng Weiyue: "The braised beef noodles at the entrance of Beijing University."
