Xiao Yu pondered for a moment before replying indifferently, "Not surprised."
"Feel like having a bowl of spicy noodles?" Xiao Yu asked another question.
The car just happened to pass by a bustling spicy noodle shop, which was quite large and offered authentic Qingcheng flavor—a rarity in the Capital City.
Sheng Shushu had just noticed it too, never having paid attention to it before.
After her visit to Qingcheng, she had fallen in love with spicy noodles and had boasted about them in her social circle, captioning a photo with: My new love.
She wondered if Xiao Yu had seen her post since he suddenly asked her about it.
Zong Yiheng let out a confused "Ah?" on the other end of the phone, "What spicy noodles? That's Qingcheng's specialty, Brother Yu…"
Xiao Yu glanced at his phone and hung up directly.
Zong Yiheng was baffled.
Sheng Shushu thought for a moment, "Forget it, it can't be good! The authentic ones are in Qingcheng anyway."
