Su Ningyan couldn't help but scrutinize Feng Tianyou again, "Is... is it really you? How... how did you recognize me?"
Feng Tianyou casually sat on a small stool and waved to the owner, "Three bowls of Yangchun noodles, please."
He then looked over at the little bundle of joy, "An An, do you want to go see if uncle has anything else you'd like to eat?"
The little one seemed more interested in the food, particularly intrigued by Auntie's wontons.
"I recognized you from the mole on your arm, Ningyan. I have always remembered that little girl who once treated me to a bowl of hot noodles. I did not expect to meet you again."
Unfortunately, at this point, you are already Zhuo Junyue's wife.
Su Ningyan hadn't expected such a thing at all, "Brother Feng, what happened afterwards, did you find your parents?"
Feng Tianyou shook his head, having escaped from human traffickers, he'd long forgotten who his actual parents were.
