"Okay, I'll treat you, you pay," Shu Ting just thought of having a meal.

"Okay," Zishuo smiled helplessly.

Zishuo came to a snack bar that was not very conspicuous, Shu Ting got out of the car, looked at the small but clean and tidy shop, and was a little surprised that a general manager would come to eat in this kind of small store.

Zishuo saw the surprise in Shu Ting's eyes, smiled slightly, and said nothing, "Boss, come two bowls of your specialty noodles," Zishuo took off his coat and pulled the cuffs of his shirt up, which doesn't look like a gentle heartthrob general manager sitting in the office!

Shu Ting quipped: "If you let the women in the company who admire you see it, they will definitely think that they are dazzled,"

"It's too tiring to maintain a polite image, so let people rest!" Zishuo said lazily with his left hand on his head.

"It turns out that you are so gentle and harmless in the company, you are all pretending!" Shu Ting pointed at Zishuo with a "I know" expression.

"Do you think I'm pretending?" Zishuo still tilted his head and looked at Shu Ting with a smile.

"It's not like it, it feels like you're supposed to be gentle," Shu Ting thought with her cheeks raised.

"That means I'm too successful in disguise, and I'm actually a person who can fight and swear, but I just didn't show it," Zishuo said.

"Here comes the noodles," the snack bar owner said with two bowls of noodles.

It is two bowls of noodles with apples, beef, and kimchi, and the noodles are thin and long.

Shu Ting looked at the bowl of noodles, tentatively picked up one and put it in her mouth, chewing it slowly.

"It's so cool, sweet and sour, is this a noodle?" Shu Ting exclaimed after tasting it.

Zishuo looked at Shu Ting's surprise, "Haven't you ever eaten this kind of noodles?"

"No," Shu Ting said with some embarrassment.

"This is one of our top 10 noodle dishes in China, Yanji cold noodles, a traditional Korean delicacy made with buckwheat or wheat noodles," Zishuo explained.

Xiaozhu suddenly realized: "Oh, so that's the case, cold noodles, no wonder it's cold." ”

The noodle shop owner heard the two of them discussing the noodles he made, and seeing that there were no customers in the store, he couldn't help but come to Zishuo and Shu Ting's side for a while.

"The young man knows a lot!" The boss patted Zishuo who was eating noodles appreciatively, Zishuo didn't pay attention for a while, and accidentally bit his lip.

"Hiss," Zishuo gasped, "It hurts,"

Shu Ting looked at Zishuo who was covering his mouth, "Are you okay?"

"Hmm, bite your lip and ......," Zishuo said vaguely.

"Haha, there is a saying in our family that if you bite your mouth while eating, it means that you want to eat meat," Shu Ting looked at Zishuo with tears in front of her and teased.

"Then I will realistically prove that your family's statement is wrong," Zishuo's mouth ached, and he didn't forget to joke.

"Oh, young man, I'm sorry to scare you, I hear someone talking about my noodles like talking to you," the noodle shop owner said apologetically.

Zishuo looked at the kind-faced boss, and when he heard his apology, he couldn't get angry, "I'm fine, boss, am I not right?"

Zishuo heard the boss say that he came over when he heard them discussing his face, and thought he was wrong.

"Oh, no, no, you're very right, it's just that the people who come to eat in my store generally don't know so clearly, they know that this is cold noodles, but they don't know what the ingredients are, I heard this handsome guy's conversation today, so I want to come and talk,"

"My knowledge of cold noodles was limited to books, and I just glanced at it at the time, and I didn't know much about it," Zishuo didn't expect that his casual remark attracted the shopkeeper.

"Then you eat first, and if you have time, I'll talk to you about the origin of cold noodles," the boss said with great interest.

"I ......" Zishuo just wanted to refuse, but Shu Ting suddenly spoke: "Okay, I'm troublesome to the boss,"

The shopkeeper, who got the answer, walked back happily.

Zishuo let go of his bitten lip, "You like this?" Zishuo pointed to the noodles on the table.

"Well, my mother likes to eat pasta, but it's too hot in summer, the general noodles are soup noodles, this is noodles, and it's cool and cool, my mother should like it very much, so I want to learn it from her, I'm sorry to agree without permission, I'm sorry, if you still have something, you can go first, I can do it myself," Shu Ting's old problem was made again, and she thought she could do everything.