Knowing that Lu Siyuan had misunderstood, Shen Mianmian didn't bother to explain. She simply treated Lu Siyuan as a big kid, giving him just a bit more attention, without any thought of gratitude.
The boss served two bowls of noodles and then brought over two large steamed buns. It was only upon seeing the color of the steamed buns and noodles that Shen Mianmian suddenly realized—this was the eighties.
The noodles and steamed buns that everyone ate were mostly made from mixed grains. Unless they were treating someone, people were reluctant to eat wheat flour products.
The students who came to eat noodles here all ordered mixed-grain noodles, so the boss prepared mixed-grain noodles for them as well. Wheat noodles were one yuan and fifty cents per bowl, and fortunately, they hadn't ordered wheat noodles, or else they wouldn't have had enough money to pay for the meal today.
