Mo Qishen quickly arrived at Ni Yang's Noodle Restaurant.
When he got there, it was lunchtime and the restaurant was bustling with customers.
Mo left his bicycle outside and went in. He naturally started to help Ni Yang with serving noodles and taking orders. They didn't exchange a word, yet their coordination was impeccable.
Many regular customers had already recognized Mo, "Xiaomo, you're helping at the restaurant again today?"
Mo smiled and said, "Yes, Aunt Yin, are you having your usual Pickled Vegetable Noodles with a cup of milk tea today?"
Aunt Yin nodded happily, "Exactly."
"Xiaomo, I'll have a bowl of noodles and a cup of milk tea too."
"Alright."
For a while, Mo's popularity was nearly on par with Ni Yang's.
"Xiaomo," a middle-aged woman wearing golden earrings said, "Can auntie ask you a question?"
Mo replied politely, "Of course."
The middle-aged woman continued, "Xiaomo, have you settled down yet?"
"Not yet."
