Liu Sang had also inherited the beef noodles and even made some improvements, making the noodles tastier and the beef more flavorful, which is why there were quite a few people coming to his place for beef noodles now.
After finishing up, Liu Sang brought out the beef noodles, delivering a serving upstairs to the guest who was staying there. The door was still closed. Liu Sang glanced at his phone; it was a bit early, but the guest should have been awake, as he had mentioned to them yesterday.
After knocking on the door, Liu Sang returned to his own business.
"Grandpa, I'm going out to buy some groceries, okay?" Liu Sang asked the old man, who nodded without saying much more.
"Your beef noodles taste pretty good." The old man complimented Liu Sang, who was a little surprised. What was going on with Grandpa lately, constantly praising him? It was starting to make Liu Sang embarrassed.
