After Wang Mingyang left, Lin Fan's mood was exceptionally good. Having a good friend was a great thing after all.
He was feeling a little hungry. He saw a noodle shop by the road that was pretty well decorated. Although it was a little small, he thought that it must have had a good business.
He stopped the car by the road.
"He Family Noodles."
This was the name on the signboard. It represented family harmony and prosperity.
As he walked in, a group of people at a table were eating.
"Boss, give me a bowl of prawn noodles," Lin Fan hollered as he sat down.
"Got it." When the middle-aged boss behind the counter heard this, he went into the kitchen. The kitchen wasn't sealed off, so one could see the inside clearly from the outside.
It was a good and clean environment.
At that moment, an old granny with a child walked into the shop. "Boss, two bowls of beef noodles."
"Okay, got it," the boss shouted from the kitchen.
