Ji Luochen hadn't had the noodles made by Mu Lingyun in a very long time, but he still remembered their taste.
He picked up his chopsticks, about to eat, but then seemed to remember something and put them down again.
"What's wrong?" Mu Lingyun glanced at him, puzzled.
"Mumu..." Ji Luochen looked at Mu Lingyun, speaking earnestly, "Speaking of noodles, it seems I have an account to settle with you."
Mu Lingyun was confused by his serious demeanor.
"What is it?"
"Do you remember, you promised me that you would only make noodles for me?" Ji Luochen asked, looking at her.
Mu Lingyun nodded; she certainly remembered.
It was when they had not been in this world for very long.
"But later, when I had amnesia, when I went to participate in the reality show, did you or did you not make noodles for Second Brother and Ning Youran?" Ji Luochen continued to ask.
Mu Lingyun: ...
She could not believe he still remembered such a trivial thing.
