Ye Cheng sat directly in front of Xiaofeng and ordered from Lao Jian, "A serving of handmade noodles."
Lao Jian nodded immediately, "Alright, coming right up."
The Grandpa finally remembered his signature handmade noodles, scurried into the kitchen to prepare the ingredients, and then made them on the spot.
Xiaofeng was somewhat surprised, "They have handmade noodles here too?"
Ye Cheng nodded, "The owner is from the North, both his dumpling and noodle rolling skills are good. You should try both when you have the chance."
"It sounds like you know the person."
"I've been there before, and while chatting with the owner, I learned he's from the same place. It gave me a sense of familiarity."
Lao Jian, who was kneading dough, was inwardly overjoyed. The boss said he felt a strong sense of familiarity, ha, let those two upstairs be green with envy.
Ye Fei, "Damn, he's also very amiable, why doesn't the boss mention that."