The car quietly parked in front of the restaurant.

Zhuang Luofei thought that the woman would remain silent, and then got out of the car without hesitation and never met again.

The woman's gaze stayed outside the window.

In winter, many of the trees on both sides of the road have lost their leaves, and the trees seem to be gray and dull.

"I'm sorry, I probably didn't think about it that much......"

The man was surprised by her answer.

After a pause, "I thought it would be good for all of us." ”

Zhuang Luofei turned his face to look at her.

Her side face was so serene.

She didn't want to hurt each other, she just thought that it would be good for each other to be separated, and she just ignored the man's feelings.

Zhuang Luofei bowed his head, "I know, it's not your fault. ”

It's been a long time, three years ago they can still get together to talk, but three years later, they can only be relatively silent.

Time doesn't stop and they change a lot.

"I'll go first."

The woman's quiet voice rang in his ears, and the man nodded, and then he heard the door open.

Suddenly, the man began to doubt his purpose in coming to her.

Thinking that a woman may be soft-hearted, maybe she can see the negative side of the man again, at least let him solve a lot of doubts, and then talk about it later.

After the man left her, he was like a flower that quickly withered, and that woman, she just wanted to live an ordinary life.

Heh, Zhuang Luofei laughed secretly, he actually compared Ye Zhichen's man to a flower!

When I returned to the man's apartment, the man who had self-harmed last night was gone, and the room was quiet, only the messy bed proved the existence of the man from yesterday.

Zhuang Luofei stroked his forehead, he went to self-harm with work again!

When Lan Xianshu arrived at the restaurant, it was already past ten o'clock, and Shen Zhiqiu was preparing some ingredients for today in the back kitchen.

Put Lan Lan on the rocking bed, take off her little boots, cover the quilt, and walk to the kitchen counter.

Shen Zhiqiu turned his head to look at her, "Why did you come so late today?" ”

Lan Xian pursed her mouth, "Something happened." ”

Glancing at the clock on the wall and stirring the soup in the pot again, Shen Zhiqiu sighed, "It seems that I can only open the skylight today." ”

"Let's make handmade noodles and set meals today."

Shen Zhiqiu was helpless, "You've already figured out a way!" ”

Lan Xianshu was meeting when Bai Che came over, and the two part-time boys, Yi Song and Du Yan, also came over to help today.

The kitchen was covered with snow-white flour.

The man was stunned for a moment, looking at the busy woman over there, "What's wrong?" ”

The woman was too busy to talk to him.

Shen Zhiqiu glanced up at the man standing at the door of the kitchen, and laughed, "I didn't have time to prepare the ingredients today, so I prepared some noodles and set meals." ”

The man nodded, his slender fingers unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt, revealing his arms, eager to try, "I'm here to help, too." ”

The guests are picky, some people eat noodles, some people like rice, some people eat more than one and will miss the other, and some people listen to the home-cooked stir-fry on weekdays and leave.

But the small restaurant was still full of people.

For lunch at noon, Lan Xianshu prepared braised pork noodles, with a fragrant marinade and tender eggs, which tasted different.

Ye Zhichen was busy in the office all morning, and after the lunch break, he couldn't help but pick up his coat and drive to the restaurant.