"This little brother is really strange." Sun Ming muttered. While speaking, he also looked at the number machine.
Was there anything strange about the number machine? "No." Sun Ming retracted his gaze.
The little brother wasn't important. What was important was that the last batch of customers, Sun Ming, had entered the restaurant.
"I'll have breakfast," As soon as Sun Ming sat down, he started to order food like he always did.
Su Ruoyan carried a tray and placed it in front of Sun Ming. There were two bowls on the tray.
"I'm indeed a lucky man. I always encounter good things. I actually have two portions." Sun Ming's eyes brightened. He had already thought of how to show off in the small group that had been renamed as Taotie.
However, when the tray was placed on the table, Sun Ming saw a few pieces of scallions floating in one of the bowls. The soup was slightly white, but no matter how he looked at it, it was just a bowl of soup, like noodle soup.
