After thinking for a bit, she added another sentence, "Right, let me know in advance when you are going back to the Escort Agency, I'd like for you to bring some pickles for Uncle Ke, Sister-in-law Zuo, and Big Zhong and the others to try."
Meng Yuhuai smiled in response and turned to look at the wooden sign, "Uncle Ke and Big Zhong told me that your fish paste noodles are extremely tasty. I missed it the last two times; cook a small bowl for me, I want to taste it too."
"Didn't you just finish eating?" Hua Xiaomai raised her eyebrows.
"You don't sell noodles to people who just had their meal?" The smile on Meng Yuhuai's lips grew bigger.
Hua Xiaomai rarely heard him joke, and was quite surprised. She opened her eyes wide to size him up thoroughly as if trying to see through him. After a while, she laughed and said, "I'm afraid you might count the noodles like you did last time, looking like you're undergoing torture!"
