Only a very tiny strain of Steamed Cold Noodles was left. It was so small not even Yuan Zhou had noticed it.
Jiang Changxi, Chen Wei, the other customers, and onlookers had never seen this coming.
It was no wonder that Fang Heng had remained so confident. So he was waiting all along. However, this got Chen Wei wondering. There was indeed leftover from the Steamed Cold Noodles, but what about the other condiments?
Fang Heng directly stuffed that strain into his mouth. He did not care about the condiments. He only wanted to know if Boss Yuan's Steamed Cold Noodles were authentic.
Even Yuan Zhou was stunned by this sudden occurrence. Before he could recover from his shock, he heard Fang Heng's voice of disbelief.
"It's really Guangyuan's taste. It even has the same sticky feeling. Boss Yuan, how did you do that?"
