In the noodle shop, Long Fei, Su Yiyi, and Wang Xiaoyun ordered three small pots and a plate of stone cakes which they eagerly devoured.
After all the commotion, the three were quite hungry.
The two girls admired Long Fei immensely; they would have given themselves to him without a second thought.
At their age, they adored characters who were good in a fight, brimming with a sense of security.
What's more, he had a good temper.
Wang Xiaoyun, with her big appetite, finished one pot, wiped her mouth, and sheepishly asked Long Fei, "Brother Long, can I have another pot?"
"Of course!"
Long Fei smiled and gestured to the boss.
A clay pot of rice noodles cost only ten yuan.
Such a cheap dish could make this girl so happy.
Long Fei thought to himself that little girls were so innocent.
In a few years, he feared that even inviting them to a feast wouldn't interest them.
